Actually, a swim, a tasty lunch, and a nap.

Close hauled on the way out, with a fitful wind—sometimes slack, sometimes enough to almost bury the rail. Overall, a quick trip, and an enjoyable one, because of the need to pay attention and make adjustments.

After lunch, a luxurious nap as the boat swung to anchor in the lee of Harbor Island. But then a gust, and then another, sneaking around to the protected anchorage, inciting the boat to heel at anchor. Time to get up said the elements. So we did.

And the ride back was lively, with just one-third jib along with the mizzen, but with the boat still hitting seven knots, from time to time. Heliotrope's new, very accurate, wind gauge showed 25 knots of true wind, with gusts occasionally higher (and all that is just short of a gale). Experienced as we are, we battened the hatches in advance to avoid the sheets of spray slicing across the boat from sneaking down below.

The trip home was quick. We fell back to our old routine of heavy weather sailing. And it was fun.

At the moment, as we are sitting shoreside, occasional violent gusts come ripping down from the bluff. We are hoping all those anchored out are enjoying them as much as we are.

P.S. —Cheetos make a delicious side for an off-shore lunch.