Today began in pre-dawn darkness with thunder, lightning, heavy rain, and hurricane mania. First, we learned the harbor was closed, and then we learned that the sliding glass doors to the deck leak. Fearful of at least a Cat 2 and an accompanying power loss, we stuffed the freezer full of ice, arranged for two large coolers of ice to be delivered, and headed for Costco, where we spent $1013 on more food, water, liquor, flashlights and batteries, etc., in addition to the $600 we spent yesterday. We are ready for a full tilt boogie Messican huracan, so, because we are ready, there were will be none. It now looks as if Rick will pass slightly to the south of us on Wednesday as a Tropical Storm. Winds here will not exceed 50 knots, and probably will be less.
There is an on-line vote underway among tournament participants whether to extend the tournament and fish on Saturday if we do not get out Thursday. If we do not get out Thursday and a Saturday extension is not approved, then we will have a nerve wracking one day tournament on Friday and fun fish on Saturday. In any event, we are going to be able to fish, which is why we came.
But until then, it is vacation time. Lunch. Nap. Hot tub. Happy hour. Dinner. Sleep. Repeat. (We
will go the the boat in the morning to rig, but that will be after breakfast and before lunch and our siesta.) This photo is a view from the hot tub looking north, away from the sea. The lone Apache scout who heralds a blood thirsty raid by Geronimo's renegade band of Chiricahuas could appear on the ridgeline at any moment.
The bottom line is that it looks as if pressing on in the face of problematic weather forecasts may work out for us this time, and, hopefully, even pay off. I commend to the more timid among you the wisdom of Cervantes, who wrote, "Faint heart ne'er fair lady won.", and the strategic advice of Frederick the Great: "L'audace. Encore, l'audace. Toujours, l'audace."
There is an on-line vote underway among tournament participants whether to extend the tournament and fish on Saturday if we do not get out Thursday. If we do not get out Thursday and a Saturday extension is not approved, then we will have a nerve wracking one day tournament on Friday and fun fish on Saturday. In any event, we are going to be able to fish, which is why we came.
But until then, it is vacation time. Lunch. Nap. Hot tub. Happy hour. Dinner. Sleep. Repeat. (We
will go the the boat in the morning to rig, but that will be after breakfast and before lunch and our siesta.) This photo is a view from the hot tub looking north, away from the sea. The lone Apache scout who heralds a blood thirsty raid by Geronimo's renegade band of Chiricahuas could appear on the ridgeline at any moment.The bottom line is that it looks as if pressing on in the face of problematic weather forecasts may work out for us this time, and, hopefully, even pay off. I commend to the more timid among you the wisdom of Cervantes, who wrote, "Faint heart ne'er fair lady won.", and the strategic advice of Frederick the Great: "L'audace. Encore, l'audace. Toujours, l'audace."
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