Last big weekend of the summer—so, noisier than what I would like. Neighbors to the south have lots of company, including someone with an old and loud jet-ski that has been endlessly doing circles right out front. Sue reminds me that fun is being had. A number of other boats roaring around, too. But, so far, no Tetrazzini fireworks.

We took the Windrider for a ride about 3. As usual, as soon a we shoved off a cloud bank enveloped us and the roaring east wind dropped away to nothing, only to be replaced by a gentle southerly breeze. Having no motor, and being suspicious of wind shifts, we did not go far.