It was unplanned. But when there's a definite destination and diminishing days, it pays to remember the lesson that says to go with the wind. At eleven this morning, heading off on other errands, we twigged to the fact that the wind was blowing brisk from the east. By eleven forty-five we were on board and shoving off from the dock—and it was a warm, bright, lively four-hour sail back to Gore Bay.

Sad to see Heliotrope no longer in her Kagawong slip, but good to know she won't be fighting westerly gales and freezing rain on the annual trip back to her winter home.