Duck and Wine

Saturday morning I started out early on a ten-mile run, and since it was our last day here I visited all of our favorite places along the boardwalk.  It was a perfect morning, just a light breeze off the sound.  Cypress trees like this were just starting to put out their leaves.  I paused in the Clinton Chapel for a little prayer for the nameless boy who had been swept away.

At the kayak-launching area near Aqua Restaurant, seagulls had descended, each of them occupying a separate piling in the sound.  It looked as if there were exactly enough pilings for each gull.

I circled back to the Waterfront Shops, where preparations were already underway for today's Duck and Wine Festival.  We were looking forward to this annual event, for which we had stayed up until midnight on February 1 to buy tickets on-line.  They sell out rapidly! 

Area restaurants are challenged to create dishes from duck, a food that we seldom eat, and it is amazing what they can come up with:  duck meatballs, duck sausage, duck tacos, duck gumbo.

After a quick shower, we walked down to the Waterfront Shops and consumed more duck than we have in a year, or will in another year.  And it was all delicious.

And now it is Saturday and we are leaving in the morning, so there will be no more posts to this blog until we return to Highlands, sailing on the rough oceans of interstate highways, back to our safe little harbor in Clear Creek.