Thursday, March 8th. Salisbury, Maryland is experiencing above average temps during the first full week of Daylight Savings Time. This day is no different. Upper 70's. Bright sunshine... 5:45pm and I begin my ride to OC to check out the waves and then pick-up Wix. Early onset of Spring had me looking forward to the surf check.
By the time I reach Willards the skies are getting overcast. By Berlin, an on and off drizzle has started. By West OC the front is settled in over the coast. As I cross the Sinepuxent Bay, a heavy fog bank has enveloped the town. A common condition as Spring sets in. The warmer air, the cooler ocean. Course, with this front the temps have dropped into the lower 50's and winds drop 'em lower which adds to the blown surge.
I head up to Holiday's to check the surf. Conditions on the water are no better. Visibility approx. two maybe three hundred yards. Knee to thigh slop. Disorganized. Sectioning. Water in the upper 40's. Still waiting. I snap a few cold ones and head on up to Fenwick to pick up Wix and meet the Crew at tonight's chosen destination. On our ride to, Wix and I discuss the F'd up conditions. Wix just shakes his head, "typical man, typical." Target elaborates...
We have been thinking about nothing but the next possible oasis. Other commitments have kept myself and Watt-man away for the last couple of weeks. But, as each day passes we look forward to that brief respite, and like the French Foreign Legion in the desert, we have kept marching toward the next watering hole hoping it would be more than just a rippled vision in the distance. Would the establishment of Harpoon Hanna's be able to revive our spirits?
The weather had been perfect all week. Early Spring fever was upon us. As we entered the parking lot of HH, the buildings are completely covered in fog yet the lot was full. Sign? A bad one indeed. The crusaders were in full force plus one, but our numbers were no match for the "Senior Prime Rib Night." While the beers were cold and the prices reasonable, they could not overcome our lack of service, average wings, and ungainly atmosphere (really a timing thing). Even the NCAA B-Ball Tournament was not enough to keep us there. Another short night. Maybe in the heat of summer, the outside Tiki bar open, and a sweating ice cold beer in hand could entice a return. But, for now - onward is the cry!
By the time I reach Willards the skies are getting overcast. By Berlin, an on and off drizzle has started. By West OC the front is settled in over the coast. As I cross the Sinepuxent Bay, a heavy fog bank has enveloped the town. A common condition as Spring sets in. The warmer air, the cooler ocean. Course, with this front the temps have dropped into the lower 50's and winds drop 'em lower which adds to the blown surge.
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| 3/8, Fog much? |
I head up to Holiday's to check the surf. Conditions on the water are no better. Visibility approx. two maybe three hundred yards. Knee to thigh slop. Disorganized. Sectioning. Water in the upper 40's. Still waiting. I snap a few cold ones and head on up to Fenwick to pick up Wix and meet the Crew at tonight's chosen destination. On our ride to, Wix and I discuss the F'd up conditions. Wix just shakes his head, "typical man, typical." Target elaborates...
We have been thinking about nothing but the next possible oasis. Other commitments have kept myself and Watt-man away for the last couple of weeks. But, as each day passes we look forward to that brief respite, and like the French Foreign Legion in the desert, we have kept marching toward the next watering hole hoping it would be more than just a rippled vision in the distance. Would the establishment of Harpoon Hanna's be able to revive our spirits?
The weather had been perfect all week. Early Spring fever was upon us. As we entered the parking lot of HH, the buildings are completely covered in fog yet the lot was full. Sign? A bad one indeed. The crusaders were in full force plus one, but our numbers were no match for the "Senior Prime Rib Night." While the beers were cold and the prices reasonable, they could not overcome our lack of service, average wings, and ungainly atmosphere (really a timing thing). Even the NCAA B-Ball Tournament was not enough to keep us there. Another short night. Maybe in the heat of summer, the outside Tiki bar open, and a sweating ice cold beer in hand could entice a return. But, for now - onward is the cry!
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| Ratings Accordingly Wings (temp) : B Wings (quality): C Beer(temp): B Beer (selection): C Music/TVs: C Atmosphere: C Total Score: 2.3 |
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