There Be Dragons

This month is supposed to be free of these kinds of disturbances. The pilot charts for November shows no hurricane tracks. But here they are. My very own climate emergency!

As I write this, Seaburban is bouncing and in a very confused sea made up of the swell propagating from the weather being kicked up down south. The augmented trades we’ve had for the past couple of days hasn’t helped either. To do anything in the cabin is basically an all-fours affair. Salty seems to be enjoying watching me crawl about.

As long as the wind is up, the motion is bearable. But under each passing cloud is a bit of a lull and it is a whole different ball game then. Not that I’ve ever been on a bucking bronco or ridden a bull, bit I figure this is close. Only no clowns and popcorn…