Chaosbutterfly

All was calm since I got home until a few minutes ago.  Then the wind changed with a good howl and the clanging of halyards.  A good sailor knows not to leave his/her halyards hanked to the sails but hanks them on a cleat somewhere on a shroud or other place far from the mast.  That’s the noise you hear like tin bells when the wind blows in a marina.  Lazy sailors.  Most of us who actually live here know you would never get any sleep during a storm if you left your halyard hanked to the sail.  All that banging is nerve racking, it’s bad enough on other boats, much worse when you in a boat with one.

Never the less, this last gasp of the remains of winter is a welcome cooling down before I must fire up the air conditioner, probably next week sometime.  I am not looking forward to that day.