Wind cold, howling and whistling through the marina. Wood docks creaking. Boat lines wincing from the strain. Loosened mast lines slapping. And Bullwinkle gently bumping to and fro. A night that felt very much like our home cruising grounds. Good call by the captain to let this system pass before we head out. Dawn brings the security of sun but no hint calm.
Now that both of us are down with this cold it is just as well.