Over to the island and back again. Overnite the boat was actually heeling in the wind as we were tied tightly at Hanlon's wall.
Sunday morning there were 8 kite surfers flying in the strong winds, graceful sails arcing in the sky. We watched on the beach to the sounds of waves, debating whether to stay another night or go.
The Environment Canada marine map had coloured all the bodies of water red, due to a tropical storm effect. The forecast indicated rain and stronger winds the next day, so although we'd pre-paid at the wall for two nights, we headed back to the club with a credit for next year noted on our account.
The trip back was spectacular, sailing by the jib in the autumn sun with dazzle on the water. I was more than a bit melancholy, knowing it the last trip of the season.
We docked and stripped the jib and main, laying the white canvas on the grey gravel in the parking lot, tucking the sails away for winter.
A beautiful sunset at the end of the day offered some solace.
Yes, I am thankful for the season but greedy for more!
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