A. Max Brewer Bridge

1/3 Thursday, 82/64, partly cloudy, SW5-10 -

Musings from morning dog walking:  This fellow stands on the point of the southern jetty that protects the marina.  I feel like he’s looking right at me (which makes it hard to inspect and figure out what the fish tail is doing attached to his groin…).

Musings from morning dog walking: This fellow stands on the point of the southern jetty that protects the marina. I feel like he’s looking right at me (which makes it hard to inspect and figure out what the fish tail is doing attached to his groin…).

After breakfast and while still sipping coffee, I created a blog page for yesterday and then Dobbs and I worked on business things - returning phone calls and e-mails, and following up on parts inquiries. I made lunch, worked a bit more, and then walked across the Max Brewer Bridge to the sandy beach on the other side.

It’s not much of a beach - a thin strip of sand and ankle-deep water, but there were fishermen and waders enjoying it, as well as people in parked cars and sitting in chairs at the water’s edge. I appreciated how the desire to relax near water is an almost universal human quality.

It was also a treat to have pedestrian paths on both sides of a highway bridge (heck, even one side is notable). In Maryland, being able to walk across a bridge and enjoy the view is almost unheard of. The Hatem Bridge across the Susquehanna is in its first perhaps two years of allowing bicycle access and working out the challenges. Seeing one’s town from a lofty perspective can foster a warmth for the intricacies that lie therein - a small version, I imagine, of what an astronaut feels peering back at earth.

The marina porch, with bathhouse in the distance.

The marina porch, with bathhouse in the distance.

In the late afternoon, two dock neighbors joined us for social time in Grace’s cockpit. Later, for dinner, I made an Asian stir-fry of broccoli and cauliflower with cashews over rice.