After recovering from Sunday's chop-moguls and Labor Day's most excellent stuff (sorry I missed that pizza), my bones rested Tuesday. But what a great surprise yesterday afternoon. Solid 6.2 from about 4 until 6:30 and NOBODY on the lake except one windsurfer and one old fisherman. It was like sailing the sound at Hatteras with an occasional ramp to spice it up. Grins all week . . .