So, here I am, sitting on the boat working vitually and
it's blowing so hard the gulls are grounded. The intrepid few I saw in the air were flying backwards. Most of 'em are walking around on the ground. They're probably afraid of ending up in Montana if they take off so they're running around the marina looking for handouts. It was blowing 60 last night and this is supposed to last through tomorrow. I had to unfurl the Genny and refurl it because it was getting loose up top. Not much fun in 40 knots by yourself.