Monday was cloudy, but warm. There was a forecast of fresh gusts, but most of the sail was in gentle to moderate breeze. Just near the end, the breeze came across fresh, even strong. With everything set, she heeled enough to dip the caprail (my 12' beam usually keeps that dry). I just kept on knowing that furling would be easier in the lee of the bluffs. The last big blast before I got there made quite an impression on the water.
I also heard a loon laughing (the bird). A sure sign of fall, as they winter here.