Winds vs Willie's Tug -- 9/22/2013 -- Day 135

The skies are gray, the flags are standing straight out and sound as if they are coming from a snare drum.  Some may require a little mending.  Halyards contribute to this orchestra with bells and cymbals.  Ray Perry says from his window he can see white caps in Bellingham Channel on the western side of Guemes Island.

Notwithstanding, Tina Embody and Cuervo (with his new lion-look trim from Vicki at the Sunnyhill groomer) join Herb and Jake for the chilly morning walk. They get more wind than rain, and the morning later gives a break in the clouds and a glimpse at the sun.

The weather is not done with us though, as winds pick up with a vengeance, and the rain becomes a steady downpour.  Herb goes to check the lines on Ray's Nudibranch to be sure she is secure.  

With a prediction of no change all day, Willie's Tug wants to stay in port, so Herb and I settle in, cook, read and nap.  By 2P it is over, the sky turns to a beautiful cerulean blue, but the wind does not totally settle down.


It is the easiest gale I ever rode out.

Willie of Willie's Tug,
   and of Walldog, Willie and Jake
   Sunday, September 22, 2013