Forecast was wind south, 10 kn gusts to 15. Well that didn't happen. I paddled to the very back of the creek where strainers block any further progress, flipping a surface lure thinking maybe a channa or yellow perch might be hungry and sunning itself in shallow water. Nope.
But paddling back out toward open water, it looked a little different and once I cleared the windbreaks on shore, it was more like "holy crap, this isn't 10-15."
From 1430 hrs on it blew 20-25 kn and there was a puff at Gibson Island to 30 (mph). So the paddle back was a chore but no biggie.
Then I decided to use the wooded point south of PSA (we need to name that point) as a shelter to see what the breeze was like on the windy side of the woods. It was honking, and breaking waves from the little stone breakwater meant a lot of water was rushing over the shallow beach. That's a playground for kayaking. Between the wind and the current, it was fun to paddle as hard as possible and make little or no progress.
Seemed like fun for a few minutes...this morning, the day after? Not so much.