Moving forward! The wake is the disturbed flow, although there is nothing disturbing about the fun being had. I can only imagine riding in his wake, bow rising over the crest, then slamming down in the water. It literally rattles your teeth. They spotted us on the bridge and waved. We waved back.
The custom of one boat waving to another comes from the etiquette of saluting: When boats pass each other with embarked officers or officials in view, hand salutes are rendered by the senior officer and coxswain in each boat. Coxswains rise to salute unless it is dangerous or impracticable to do so. source
The boater wave is more than just a simple โhelloโ with your hand. There are rules and responsibilities when it comes to the wave, and most boat owners take it seriously. Think your fancy new yacht excludes you from having to wave back to an older pontoon? Think again! Whether you have a pontoon, ski boat, center console, or yacht doesnโt matter. Remember, this is a lifestyle, not a beauty pageant. No matter the year or manufacturer of your boat, if someone waves at you on the water you wave back. source
They gathered and we are making our way back down to Pony Lane, for the return swim home. Some walk on Wednesday, but, they are overachievers. First they will walk and then, swim back home. For anyone who hasn't read the previous posts, we had a pony swim on Chincoteague Island on the coast of Virginia. The purpose of the pony swim is to move most of the ponies from Assateague Island to Chincoteague Island, so that the foals can be auctioned. They auction some of the foals to keep the numbers of the herd at a sustainable level. If you want to see more about them, you can go to my profile and check last weeks posts.
@Tattoodjay! I know! It is out of focus, but, I got my first osprey and I even had a short lens. Boo! But, I got him and he had a fish, which I never saw until I got home! I know, it's fuzzy but the next one won't be!
It's Wednesday! We are walking! As always, I want to thank @Tattoodjay for hosting the #WednesdayWalk challenge! It is a challenge that allows you to share what you see as you walk through your day. Show me where you walked today, I want to see what you got to see and hear what you have to say. If you want to do the challenge, drop him a link on his #WednesdayWalk post here, so he can try to visit yours! Whatever your day looks like, it is worth a walk-through. You can't always have sunshine and rainbows, but, you can always have a #WednesdayWalk!
Pony Swim Lane! We are there! I can tell by how restless the horses are getting that they can feel it too. Some are literally prancing, they are so excited. Lots of whinnying, that gentle, high-pitched neigh... talking among the bunch. Don't you wish you could speak pony? I would love to know what they think, especially as we take them out of their comfort zone. I have to wonder if they sense that we have their best interests in mind, they we are making life easier. That we really love that they are part of life here on the island. Do they know?
They are getting ready to receive the ponies and escort them back (from a distance) to the island. I'm happy they are going back, yet, I wonder if any of them are reluctant to go without their foals. All of the foals have left for their new homes yesterday. Finnegan begin again. Another cycle will begin.
They come down Pony Swim Lane and go through the swamp to get the beach area. I can sense their excitement even more. It is a perfect day and for the Saltwater Cowboys that are seeing them off, their job is almost done. Rest cometh, you salty dogs. It has been a long week. They volunteer their services to round up, parade and run an auction, organize the swim and swim back... it has been a job. Finally a well-deserved rest.
They walk them down and coax them into the water, then just let them go. Instinctively, they know the way and begin the swim across the channel to their island of residence. Assateague Island awaits them. There is one rogue pony who swims back to Chincoteague instead of going home. Mother Nature probably called her back. Au Revoir, my little Chincoteague Ponies.
All I have are my words, armed in my mind, written in pen, stand by stand. Oh, yes. Still by hand. It has a different feel. Altered not by keys, backspace, and delete, I write, erase, tear it to pieces and start all over again. And again.
Itโs my way. I walk out to the deep end of the page and dive right in.
Some try to swim back and so they whip the water to move them in the right direction. And so it ends... At work or in play, I like to make the most out of my day. I love that JJ @tattoodjay has created this day for us to get out of our comfort zone and move it around. I hope you enjoyed taking a walkabout today. Nothing on my schedule but watching ponies swim back home. And just like that, this show is over. Come back tomorrow and we'll do it again. Have a perfectly wonderful day!
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Robert Frost
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