I was going to go sailing on Saturday with the Commander and Jeff again aboard Jupiter, or maybe con them into going with me on 'Div, but the window was small.

I had dropped the twins off at church to go bowling, and needed to be back before 1600 to pick them up.

The wind was from the SW at about 10-15 and just perfect, forecast to come out of the north-northeast later on. The only problem was the ongoing low tide situation. Water was so low everywhere that the entire Laguna Madre seemed drained. The smells of drying barnacles, oysters and mud were carried on the warm breezes.

I decided it would be an ideal time to perform a wetland delineation on a piece of property over in Laguna Heights that I'd had to wait on due to recent heavy rain. Early Saturday morning I drove over there and got that out of the way.

Heading over toward the marina, I stopped briefly and visited with Rocky at Night Magic. He showed me his boom, which was broken during the last race. He had been going downwind, and rigged the vang on the port side as a preventer, forgetting to disconnect it when he jibed, cleanly shearing the spar in half. The net result; about six hundred dollars.

At Anchor Marina Jeff was getting Jupiter ready to go, but for me it was a lost cause. It was now almost 1400 and