Reaching Newfields I glanced over the stern, there was quite a wall headed our way. I have to decide right here if I am going under the RR trestle or not. On an incoming tide, that means a commitment of an hour or better before I could slip back under. The windshield height is my limitation. If Doozie is along it’s her call, I don’t mind motoring in rain. She’s a bit of a fair weather gal . It’s one thing to get caught, another to know it’s coming and have kept going.
This is the view off the bow, so off we go!
The great bulk of dark clouds slipped East , the rest broke up for a great display.
Another great call by Doozie!.
Mike
The Exeter Town Crier 