What a difference a day makes. Wednesday and Thursday were getting awfully hot and muggy by my standards. That's one reason why the sail was so pleasant - got out in a stiff breeze and went swimming for a while in the middle of it. Captain Dusty told us the weather was about to change, though, with a cold front rolling in the next day. That's why so many boats were pulling up anchor and moving around to the other side of the island.
Sure enough, the wind shifted and it began to cool down overnight Friday. Saturday I awoke to overcast skies. By mid morning it began to rain now and then. There were some occasional drenching showers that were a sight to see. By Saturday the effect of the constant wind on the sea was obvious as breakers began to roll up on the shore with some good size waves crashing. And it got comparatively cold. Saturday I felt like I was freezing, which was ridiculous - the temperature was still something like 78 F, with a dewpoint of about 73. But the wind was gusting up into the 20s and it felt simultaneously chilly and muggy. A strange combination. But it forced me to put jeans on eventually.
All a matter of perspective, I guess. Friday evening Rory and Claire, the innkeepers, threw a bash for guests and some of their local friends. BBQ chicken and beef and a lot of sides. I got to talking with a couple who had moved here from north of Toronto, where they know cold (even if not Minnesota cold...). I told them I had been sweltering the previous two days. They complained that it had been too cold for them. Mind you, that was daytime temps in the 80s with dewpoints up in the mid 70s. Cold...
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