Weather was the compelling story of last week’s Hog Island race. In the early morning, stars bejeweled the clear, dark sky. As daylight came, all was still and quiet. Bogs, ponds and inlets were filled with thick white fog, and each cove in West Falmouth Harbor looked murky as well. Just like the week before, the water in the harbor was glassy and the flags around the perimeter drooped. As the Race Committee sat at the dock surveying the scene, various flags fluttered for a moment, but then hung limply again. Sailors arrived and joined the search for indications of a breeze but none came. Meanwhile, the sun had burned off the remaining fog, sometimes a signal that the breeze will fill in. Not yet and the tide continued to ebb.

Tim Fallon was “sailing” over from Wild Harbor and, momentaril

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