Actually, the Great Lakes are salt-free, shark-free, and jellyfish-free, so Pax might better be described as a soggy dog even though he seldom ventures out over his head. A warm day here, with a variety of weathers. A lively breeze from the south suggested an afternoon sail—but once we got out of the harbor that wind went flat. We sat for a while, finally deciding to head back in, when a new breeze come up out of the north-west. That air brought us across the bay at a jaunty 6 knots—before it collapsed. We then rode errant zephyrs and the iron jenny back to the slip.

Note the new self-tailing winches. They are the berries. Of course, Pax is not overly impressed, being self-tailing himself.

Back at the cottage conditions appeared perfect for a swim. And they were.