Warm and windy, with a rip-snorting southerly.

After the usual morning of walk, coffee, NYTimes, and breakfast, it was on to battens again. But in the afternoon we took the Windrider for a romp. Lots of sun, wind, and spray, and no rigging failures. Tonight, firing up the grill for the first time. Ah, summer!

In spite of the perfect weather the village has cleared out, and we pretty much have the Serendipity to ourselves. And that is good. Two nights of Topazinni fireworks are all one needs here in the land of dark and quiet. We prefer looking at stars and listening to loons.