James and Eric must have left from the boat before dawn, headed south to South Baymouth, and possibly on down from there. If they didn't, they have surely been blown back above the Arctic Circle by our southerly afternoon blast. The only sign of their stay on the boat was a lot of bloody mosquito mash on the bulkheads. (Screen was loose.)

Fearing the worse, and anticipating a swing to a predicted big blow from the north, I sailed the Windrider (main reefed) upwind through the gale to the marina, where is is now safely, if temporarily, ensconced. Would never do that with any other boat.

Almost calm now, after a few rumbles of thunder and some spatters of rain (while I was dumping at the dump). But so far no big northerly blow.

Reading a fun science fiction book (it is hard to find good one when you have read pretty much all)—Ancillary Justice.

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