The guess to go east worked out. The weather guys woke up from their night out and started following the program. A little late, but at least it’s in the ballpark.

They must have been still a bit hung over and just to start the night off right jumped right into a Jäegermeister shot! Just as it got dark the first squall came out of the darkness. No rain, so radar didn’t pick it up. I saw a darker spot in the sky and reduced a little more sail. Just then, Whoosh, winds were up and we were making course changes to reduce wind on the sails. Just as in any club, gotta watch out for those Jäegermeister shots, we will call this one the Warning shot.

The warning became appreciated a few hours later.

The moon rose and the stars remained hidden, I guess it was going to be one of those kinds of parties. The weather guys must have made a connection at the club. A long white cloud appeared in the sky and so did the winds. The 80’s music playing was “Duran Duran, hungry like a wolf” and you can just see the dance floor flailing about at warp speed. Now thankful for the warning shot, just a little course change can take the edge off. Of course, now no longer going the correct direction. After what seemed like forever out on the dance floor, the DJ played the breather song. Probably something by “Bryan Adams”. Back on course.

Like any good DJ, the process is repeated again and again all night long.

At day break, the Roxbury closes and it’s time to see what you couldn’t quite see in the club last night.

Morning looking good, some breaks in the sky. Still breezy, and bouncy. 250 miles to go, or put differently 1 or 2 more club nights.