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.
The great bulk of dark clouds slipped East , the rest broke up for a great display.
Another great call by Doozie!.