After the paint-out I made it to the lake around 6:30 PM to join my family who went sailing the new catamaran. Toby said that there was almost too much wind earlier in the day, but by the time I arrived, it was just right. Jesse and Toby did manage to flip the cat. Jesse said it would have been fun, but she caught her arm on the mast guide-wire (there is probably some technical term for the wire, but I don't know it). Her arm-pit is pretty red and raw and sore. That did not deter them; they continued to sail until dark. I forgot my camera yesterday and did not get any photos of the paint-out or the sailing. Maybe Jes will post some.
It was late when we got home, but I managed to catch the last bit of the hockey game - go Wings! Toby and I climbed into bed about 10:30. It was just as we were going to sleep that I heard the wind pick up - howling actually. I asked Toby if it were suppose to storm. He said, "Maybe." With that, we heard a big crash against the house. I said, "The gazebo!" We both ran outside to see the gazebo tangled in the picnic table with poles scattered all over the yard like a garage sale. We gathered up the tent part and put it away - so that we did not have to ask our neighbor for it tomorrow. By the time we climbed back into bed minutes later, the wind stopped gusting. It was just a freak thing. It left two windows on the front side of the house broken - so much for the nice gazebo this summer.