Good Morning Gentle Readers,
This beach was our home last week.
The sky is gunmetal gray and a storm is brewing behind us. There were some spectacular, three pronged, lightning strikes on our beach moments before this picture was taken (about a mile offshore). Although I set two anchors and staked a hundred foot 1/2 line to hold us to the beach, I kept humming this under my breath as the sky darkened and the wind freshened.
Fortunately, the main body of the storm blew off to the northwest, leaving us with heavy chop, slapping the hull with enough intensity to wake moi several times in the dark of the night.
Ultimately, we ran out of wine (and milk and food) so we had to be done. After sleeping on the boat for five days, a hot shower at the La Quinta Inn in St George (and a bottle of shampoo) seemed like luxury on ice. Turns out I have blond hair. Actually, lighter than it was a week ago.
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