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| Another one bites the dust; harvest time, Berlin, MD. Late October, 2019. |
Closing time.
One last call for alcohol,
So finish your whiskey or beer.
Closing time.
You don't have to go home,
Closing time.
You don't have to go home,
But you can't stay here.
-Semisonic
The end is here. At least that of my weekday surfing. On the way to work I had actually been doing a countdown. Number of corn and wheat fields that get harvested. Soybeans that are turning color before drying up. The number that have succumbed to the sickle, mechanized or otherwise, increased with each trip. Evening surf sessions had shortened to the point where if I didn't get outta work early enough, I was sittin' in the lineup searchin' the horizon in the dark. Week before last featured knee to thigh fast closers. Water in the low sixties...boot time. Fun rides. At this point of the season, in a full suit, I was happy just to have a few to glide down.
And Damn! Week over week it got cold fast. Water in upper 50's by the last week of October. Donned the boots and gloves for that last ride. Overcast all day, so even by 5-ish as I entered the water, it was short work before I was pretty much in the dark. At that point, the waves were coming in ghostly sets, like zombie walkers. Were on rising up in front of ya before you knew it. Wrappin' around and draggin' you over the falls. Little chance to get in position. Managed to slip into a half-assed right before the thigh-high mass folded over and kicked my stick out from under me. Spent the rest of the evening caught inside, or missing the ride. Trudging out in the pitch black, nuthin' left but All Hallows Eve and the weekends. Until Springtime.
It's the time of year for my annual Oktoberfest beer of choice. This year it was Narragansett Brewing's Fest Marzen, an amber-orange, Bavarian style lager that poured crystal clear with a finger-plus white, foamy head. The aromas exploded with malt and caramel with a light hop spice. Flavor featured more toasted malts, a sweet, nutty, biscuity backbone, and a 22 IBU, clean, crisp finish. 5.5% ABV, so the six of sixteen ouncers (say that 5 times fast...after the 3rd) wasn't deadly. Rated a B+.
Perfect for month end, and in keeping with Jack's (o'Lantern) night, Blood Orange pHunk, another acquisition from Cape Charles Brewing. A Berliner Weisse that poured a clear copper color. Thin fizzy head. Little lacing. Smelled of citrus and orange, with a touch of grain. Tart splash of lemon and bitter orange in the taste with a dry, hop finish. 4.0 ABV, 5.0 IBU. Easy drinking brew. Rated a B.
-Semisonic
The end is here. At least that of my weekday surfing. On the way to work I had actually been doing a countdown. Number of corn and wheat fields that get harvested. Soybeans that are turning color before drying up. The number that have succumbed to the sickle, mechanized or otherwise, increased with each trip. Evening surf sessions had shortened to the point where if I didn't get outta work early enough, I was sittin' in the lineup searchin' the horizon in the dark. Week before last featured knee to thigh fast closers. Water in the low sixties...boot time. Fun rides. At this point of the season, in a full suit, I was happy just to have a few to glide down.
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| Corrugated surf, but stoked for the glide. Holidays, 10/24/2019. |
And Damn! Week over week it got cold fast. Water in upper 50's by the last week of October. Donned the boots and gloves for that last ride. Overcast all day, so even by 5-ish as I entered the water, it was short work before I was pretty much in the dark. At that point, the waves were coming in ghostly sets, like zombie walkers. Were on rising up in front of ya before you knew it. Wrappin' around and draggin' you over the falls. Little chance to get in position. Managed to slip into a half-assed right before the thigh-high mass folded over and kicked my stick out from under me. Spent the rest of the evening caught inside, or missing the ride. Trudging out in the pitch black, nuthin' left but All Hallows Eve and the weekends. Until Springtime.
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| Last weekday sesh... |
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| ...tough catch all evening. Holidays, 10/30/2019. |
It's the time of year for my annual Oktoberfest beer of choice. This year it was Narragansett Brewing's Fest Marzen, an amber-orange, Bavarian style lager that poured crystal clear with a finger-plus white, foamy head. The aromas exploded with malt and caramel with a light hop spice. Flavor featured more toasted malts, a sweet, nutty, biscuity backbone, and a 22 IBU, clean, crisp finish. 5.5% ABV, so the six of sixteen ouncers (say that 5 times fast...after the 3rd) wasn't deadly. Rated a B+.
Closed the month with another epic Berlin Halloween. This year's theme: Day of the Dead. This town really knows how to throw a good 'ol Eastern Sho' fall party. It was a ride no one wanted to end.
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| On the hunt... |
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| Where's that schoolmaster? |
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| You have to be here to get it...the candy I mean. |
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"Shadows of a thousand years
Rise again unseen, Voices whisper in the trees Tonight is Halloween." -D. Kozen
The stoke of the night...more candy.
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