The predicted norther eventually showed up, with earnestness, and, surprisingly, high water. The Susie Pea, finding herself with water under the keel, contemplated an extended voyage, and the kayaks went for a hobbyhorse ride. These conditions—high water and high winds from the north—re-sculpt the beaches just as the ice does, grinding away intrusive vegetaion, shifting sands, exposing, and even moving substantial rocks. Walking back along the shore from our Sandy Beach run, Pax and I found it to be tough going—in some places I sank above the ankles is what is a good imitation of quicksand.

Rock and Roll hall of fame down at the marina, but all the boats (Heliotrope, Windrider, dingy) are doing fine. And, all the weak points in the Heliotrope mosquito-bugger defenses have been reinforced. That was today's project.

The wind is now backing to the west but not diminishing. Sitting in the Zen spot, looking at the near shore, I found it quite fun to watch the bigger waves come combing through the pier, sending up a spurt between each slat. Let the good times roll.