I posted this guy on Instagram earlier this week. OK, it's a little grainy, but that's all part of the appeal. I had just been sailing on Friday. At first there was no wind, which was really vexing. Then all hell broke loose by the time I reached the north end of Lake Union. The wind kicked up from the south and gusted from a number of directions. All this put me in the midst of the UW crew that was out training. So there was much wind, lots of waves and no room to maneuver. The only thing to do was to point the bow into the wind and let them pass. This caused the sails to flap like crazy. But it all worked out. It took a long time to get back to the dock, because the wind was still blowing strongly from the south. Then it suddenly stopped close to the dock. What the hell? I eventually got there and docked near-perfectly. After that was over, I walked home, saw this squirrel and took his picture. And that was it.
