Nothing really. This is the second time we've been treated to a pack giving their single communal 3 am howl. The leader starts with one clear building note, and the pack joins in to a chorus. Then it's over.

We're so close to the shore they were on, you'd swear they were in the cockpit.

It takes is the better part of a week of rain to really appreciate the beauty of sunshine as it came out yesterday on Cuttyhunk island. We spent the day dinghy sailing the harbor and a combing a few calm beaches as huge waves, thanks to Katia, thundered on the ocean side a stones throw away. We had a decadent afternoon swimming off the boat in the afternoon as several boats glided into the little bay.

The local store took on a fresh supply of produce from the mainland for the weekend that made for a wonderful dinner. Several boats took in the local oysters and fish from the seafood supplier. I had a nice chat with the postmistress.

The late afternoon sunset lit Nashaweena island to leeward from the cockpit. The scene was pure Cape Cod. Low island beaches, distant grassy hills in the background.

Every area has it's unique beauty. How lucky we are here in New England to have so much so close.

Cuttyhunk is a good one to return to again and again.