
...and still looks like a nice day...

But that is only because I am huddled behind the protection of an island, big gusts coming right down the bay, sets of three foot swells swallowing me in my little boat, and I was pulling up a crab pot from 50 fathoms with one hand while at the same time as driving into the seas with the other.
But, one sweet (though freshly molted) tanner, and lots of little guys, who got to go back home.

