|A snap of a sailor from the Hatch.|
Every year I imagine how the first day of the season might be. My mind conjures a stiff breeze (20 mph) and not-so-frigid water . But when the Gorge turns on, I will not be sitting on the sidelines.
Below is the wind graph. I was sailing at the peak of the day, something that usually only occurs in my fevered imagination.
I am thankful for such an excellent day!