But the days grow short, when you reach September.
When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame,
One hasn't got time for the waiting game...
For the days dwindle down, to a precious few...
And these few precious days, I'll spend with you
These precious days, I'll spend with you.
Pictures by Pandabonium and Kimie.
May to December is our sailing season and when September rolls around, I count how many times we've gone sailing since May, and start itching to get more time on the lake before it gets too cold.
As often is the case, the passing of a typhoon made for some beautiful sailing weather in following days. We were off late on Saturday, so first stop was Mama's Kitchen where we found Mama and her two daughters running the show.
Kimie had pasta with broccoli and ham in a mild curry cream sauce.
I went for tuna and mushrooms in tomato sauce.
Desert was too much for me, so I just ate the fruit. Kimie had no trouble polishing off the rest for me.
A happy surprise awaited us at the yacht harbor - the foundation for a new clubhouse to replace the one lost to the earthquake six months ago!
There were three sailboats on the lake - a Sea Hopper, a Flying Junior, and a Semi (cicada). Three fishing boats had gone to sea, one personal watercraft had just pulled out of the water. That's all good, as it means business is coming back.
The sky was beautiful and visibility was at least 22 miles, as evidenced by the sight of Mt. Tsukuba. Winds were from the ENE at about 10 to 12 mph. We couldn't ask for better than that. The air was fairly cool - in the low 70s F - and once on the lake we soon realized that we both had dressed a bit too lightly, but we would survive. Water temp was same as the air.
We headed for the north east shore to play a game of weaving our way through the hundreds of bamboo poles put out by net trap fishermen. Then we'd sail back toward the south shore for another run. On our last tack toward the poles, we were chased across the lake by two kids in a Flying Junior and when they finally got close enough, they called over to ask if they could sail along side of us. We said fine, but before they could turn around their instructor showed up in a powered skiff and herded them back to the harbor.
Afterward, Kimie ran into one of the kids who had been sailing the FJ and she turned out to be 10th grade high school student and member of the yacht club.
Some more pics...
This was our last sail for September. It was a memorable day and one to treasure as we revisit the pictures during the cold days of February next year. We have another ten weeks or so to make sailing memories this year. I will try to savor each and every time.
"And these few precious days, I'll spend with you..."
Until next, sweet sailing.