Fading Light, notes from the Target

   Each year as we begin our summer sessions, we look to the sky; feel the sun bathing us in it's energizing rays.  We know that as long as that sun shines, through the mid-week thunder boomers to the hazy humid evenings, we have time.  As with the tides of the ocean and most everything else in nature however, the sun does not sit still.  Each year, a line drawn in the sand.  A line that has lost ground since June.  A line that has been crossed. Sunset now occurs before 8pm.  From this point forward we must retreat while holding on to every precious second of fading sunlight.  Opportunities become more limited with each passing week.  We still savor each wave, no matter the conditions.  Just something those of us who are addicted to the Salt Life have always understood.  Some say we choose the Life, to others the Life chooses us.  The late Robin Williams (RIP) aka. John Keating, may have expressed it best:

 "Call me 'Oh Captain My Captain.' We must constantly look at things in a different way. These poets, invincible just like you feel. They believe they're destined for great things, just like you, their eyes full of hope, just like you...if you listen real close, you can hear them whisper their legacy to you. Go on, lean in. Listen, hear it?... Carpe...hear it? Carpe, carpe diem, seize the day boys, make your lives extraordinary."

We understand that time is precious and cannot be wasted.  It is with this in mind that we once again crest the dune and take what the waters give us. Waist high and clean was the report, but the southwest winds had come upon it and some of the sloppiest swell so far greeted us. Low tide, sectioned waves. But we came to ride, and Wattman hit the chop where most would turn and call it a day.  As the fading light of the sun paled and the light purple of night began to close in, Watt spotted a set and slipped into a couple of short but nice right-handers.  Another set followed and before the sesh was done he was able to finish one into the shore and make the night passable.

Slipstreamer dreamer.  Holidays, 8/14/2104

   We took leave, the darkness had fallen around us, and we headed north to Fenwick and a newly opened Irish Pub.  Claddagh On The Shore, another Baltimore venture.  Entering the pub, the Irish music that hit did not impress. Wattman urged us on and my initial rash impression did an about face. Classic Rock well done emitted from a talented one-man band. I settled in with my Shandy as the Watt grabbed a local brew...glasses not chilled, hmmmm. We requested the Roughy Fish Tacos and Cajun Wings on the advice of the barkeep and focused on the 1st quarter of football. The food was prompt and looked good. Wings were big and meaty, but not quite the pop you'd expect from Cajun seasoning. The fish tacos were a bit bland, even a slight fishy taste to the fish that was lacking.  Little more sauce might have covered that. Overall, the place had a cool vibe; good live music, plenty of TVs, nice open air dining. Maybe some of the other dishes (and colder glasses) will improve. Worth another look sometime down the Journey's road.

THE RATINGS - 

Cajun Wings: B-

Roughy Fish Tacos: C-

Beer: B-

Atmosphere: A-

Overall Score = 2.75

"Carpe Diem"