Due to the high water level, large fishing boats from Hinuma Yacht Harbor could not navigate under the lower bridges which cross the river on along the route from the lake to the sea. No other sailboats came out to play either. That didn't mean we were entirely alone, though, several "jet skis" were in the water when we arrived. (Happily we neither saw them or heard them while sailing, except for a few where were anchored during lunch hour).
Also, a bevy (brace? gaggle? school?) of kayaks left the Yacht Harbor as we were setting up, for a paddle across the lake. Kimie learned the expedition was part of a course at Ibaraki University. Cool.
We braved the new bamboo fishing net stakes dotting the north part of the lake, which Kimie refers to as "stake city", and took a leisurely downwind cruise along the northeast shoreline to scope it out close up. This required a couple of jibes to stay between the stakes and the shoreline. Well, it was leisurely for me, but Kimie wasn't so confident in my abilities and thus rather anxious, but it all went smoothly.
After docking, we put Bluesette in her parking space and took down the sails, leaving the mast up. It was well after 1 PM by then and we were hungry. Mama's Kitchen would take care of that, and we'd tidy up after.
I had spaghetti with mushrooms and spiced cod roe while Kimie opted for the teishoku which featured stuffed peppers. Mine included dessert, about which 'someone we know' was envious.
After lunch we headed toward home, stopping at a garden center to pick up some potted flowers, and a grocery store for dinner and odds and ends.
After the shopping, I settled back into the passenger seat again. I felt tired and thought of the unloading and other chores we'd have to do at home - Kimie's turn to walk Momo the Wonder Dog, my turn to cook dinner. Then it struck me - (smack) Ooof! * - we'd forgotten to take the mast down and cover Bluesette. A half an hour later, we were done and back on our way home, feeling kind of "dinghy" for our lapse, yet happy that we realized it before getting much farther from the yacht harbor.
Until next, sweet sailing.
*Firesign Theatre, "Nick Danger, Third Eye"