Here's when there is no wind here... and a little cold for my taste.

Me and the mongrel in a kayak at first thaw somewhere on the Great Lakes.
Funny thing is, the kiters or whatever they're called were surprised to see us there (middle of the lake). And so were we to see them out there - so close to open water and sure death.

I tried to go out sailing the next day, but chickened out (no wet suit).