Squall

This time the forecast got it right—better to be in harbor than at anchor.

Slow moving storm, slicing diagonally across the Island from southwest to northeast. When I heard thunder while at the marina, I pedaled hard for home only to arrive more that half an hour before any real rain. Still and all, it was a decent storm, with a respectable amount of badly needed rain—and a cooler temperature.

Hard to imagine anything better than watching a storm.