Day 67 - Mångata
It’s hard to explain how when it gets really hot one just shuts down. I, for sure, really can’t do much. Sleep? Not really. Read? Nope. Swim? Not quite welcoming water at the boat and the seas are super big right now. So, what did we do? A whole lot of nothing. Captain really slept in due to being up very late the night before. We took Kona to the beach after checking out the local farmer’s market. The beach was super busy! I guess it is Saturday after all, but with the winds whipping up the waves it seemed that everyone wanted part of the fun. The kids boogie boarded while the adults got some surfing or kite boarding in. The beach was flagged yellow but by the time we left it was flickering between yellow and red. We tried to throw the ball for Kona at the pier but the waves were too big and with the chaos she kept almost wanting to swim out to sea to find the ball that was right behind her going towards shore. Thankful there were lots of swimmers (standing in the high waves) that led her back to shore. We opted then to walk the shore and only throw the ball along the shore. Kona had a grand time jumping over the waves, riding the surf in and generally playing with the ball as it played hard to get in the surf. Kona met up with another lab and the two of them played for a good half hour. The way labs are hard wired to fetch is amazing.
By the time we got back to Ciara it was early afternoon and the air was so bad that we just baked and stared into space. Late afternoon I sat up on deck taking in the breeze that was getting stronger. Just half a mile away at the beach the winds have been roaring all day and now, from Ciara, I could see the waves crashing over the breakwater at the entrance to Frankfort half a mile away. The waves must have been nearly 30 feet tall as they crashed over. So spectacular. The clouds were also getting pretty intense and dark to the west. Captain and I begrudgingly closed our hatches and windows for the expected rain. We sat up deck as long as we could and enjoyed watching the cat paws on the water get darker and darker and the cool air with the strong wind.
After the storm we took our power packs to shore to pirate some power from the public pavilion. We have been making ice as you would expect for this hot weather. Captain was hankering for a salad so we walked over to the grocery store and got some fresh stuff for tonight and also tomorrow.
By the time we were all ready to head back to Ciara it was dark and we were treated to a magnificent Sturgeon Full moon rising. I took a picture of the Mångata on our way back.
I bet that is a word you have only seen me mis-spell in a few posts before (I only now figured out how to add that accent). Mångata is a Swedish word that can’t be directly translated to English. It describes the road-like reflection of the moon on water. It also happens to be the name of our friend’s Brooks and Jodi’s boat which is still here. If it wasn’t for the name of their boat, I would have never learned such a term either. Poor Mångata has had some engine issues this summer and is currently here not because he wants to enjoy the beach but because he is stuck. We have been keeping him entertained between all the times he has his head stuck down in the engine room.
Tomorrow is predicted to be a lot of the same. I think we may try and overcome the heat and take the scooters for a new adventure.
