It's the heat. Or maybe hopelessly wishful thinking from a wind starved sailor stuck in the Horse Latitudes in August... but there might be some wind... really. The pressure map shows a promising gradient setup and it's starting out good with consistent west all morning. I may be wrong about the wind (it happened once before) but Christopher & I are plotting a cryptozoological outing to find the Loch Lanier Monster (aka gater rasslin').