Nature & Science
At the derby station this morning Ed Jerome, president of the 63rd annual Martha’s Vineyard Striped Bass and Bluefish Derby, was not happy about the weekend forecast.
“It could blow up to 35 knots,” Mr. Jerome said.
Last weekend the anglers were discouraged by heavy rain. This weekend, there is a serious concern about high wind.
For boat fishermen that is not only tough it could be dangerous. Shore fishermen will flock to the lee side of the Island to get out of the wind.
Following last weekend’s foul weather, Island anglers have jumped back into fishing with a new urgency. This is the start of the third week of the 63rd annual Martha’s Vineyard Striped Bass and Bluefish Derby and with two weeks to go, a lot can happen — and is happening.
A shifting on the leader board took place on Tuesday, before the past weekend’s storm clouds and the big waves had settled.
A thin crescent moon appears low in the southwestern sky tonight, not far from the bright planet Venus. Venus is in the zodiacal constellation Libra and the moon is in Scorpius.
Temperature: Precip.
Day Max. Min. Inches.
Fº Fº
Sept. 26 67 60 .62
Sept. 27 68 62 2.08
Sept. 28 71 65 2.23
Sept. 29 71 63 .04
Sept. 30 69 58 .06
Oct. 1 70 60 .02
Oct. 2 72 56 .32
Water temperature in Edgartown harbor: 69º F.
Last summer numerous greater shearwaters washed up on the South side of the Vineyard.
Friday, Sept. 26: Rain starts at 4 a.m. and is often heavy. Dark clouds roll in from the South. Intense storm. Rain is heavy in the afternoon. Fog. Shifting easterly breeze. Puddles grow in Vineyard Haven. Five Corners is temporarily flooded between heavy showers. Light rain at the dinner hour.
Almanac
A comprehensive guide to weather and tides on the Island.
Vineyard Gardener
I guess this past week weather-wise is called a January thaw. We did not really experience it the last several years as December was unseasonably warm.
Farm & Field
Beige and brown and tan and black, with horns spiraled or semicircular or in undulating waves, a legion of goats marched up the hill toward us, bleating in anticipation of fresh grass and leaves.