Gusty in Paradise

Avalon Harbor is a busy little partially protected bay.  On the sail over from the mainland we screamed along with steady wind that abruptly halted as the island blocked the airflow.

There’s nothing in the way of the airflow through the harbor tonight.  In a three day breeze extravaganza, the wind is now coming from over the top of the mountains – a landscape that smacks of Jurassic Park.  I half expect a T-Rex to lumber out of the canyon and roar.

But it’s the wind that roars here.  The boats are swinging and groaning on the moorings.  It’s not nearly as bad as Cojo anchorage, but enough so that not much productivity is going to happen here this evening.  No cleaning or food prep or writing the great American novel.  As a bonus, the wind distributes the pollen and makes us sneeze and sniff as we row hard against the 25 mph gusts.

Still Paradise, yes, but with a few challenges to make it interesting.

 

 

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