We’re about halfway through the Lake Michigan sailing season and I could probably count on one hand the number of times I’ve actually been out on the boat in the lake with the wind pushing us around. Damn rain. Damn gloomy overcast. Even if the rain holds off, the temps have been so abnormally low that it’s not uncommon to have to wear multiple layers to keep warm on the water. I’m having the hardest time keeping in mind what month it is. The skies and the chilly air bring to mind September. Too soon, too soon.
The trusty owl who sits on deck guarding the boat when at dock, keeping the gulls and ducks at bay, lost his head during a wicked storm that blew through in June, taking down huge trees with its mini-tornado winds.
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