The past week has been unseasonably (record?) cold. The wind has been a constant howling companion. (I like wind. Right? I have a sailboat. But not 25 knot steady with 40 knot gusts at 14 degrees.) And with the forecast for next week predicting at least two days of snow, I was already questioning my resolve.
Then, this morning. We took our usual trek to that oasis of civility (the clubhouse) for our morning constitutions.
And the water. Was. Frozen.
Sorry. I'm done. Not staying under those conditions. And the boat is not ready to do a marathon sail to warmer climes. I am, however, a five hour drive from a solution to my problem.
So, we're home a week early. No problem. If the weather breaks, I'll make a break too. Right now I'm rooting for the mythical "global warming".