I woke up this morning with ice on the boom tent, both inside and out. Outside, from the snow, sleet, freezing rain. Inside, from my breath condensing under the tent in the cold air. It was not the weekend that I, or anybody else, expected. I heard the terms nor'easter, gale and winter storm used.
It was interesting, fun, a little different. I saw some good friends, made some new ones. More later.
steve
2 comments:
I still can't believe you spent Friday and Saturday nights out there. You're a hardier man than I. Or maybe just slightly more masochistic.
We went down to the docks Saturday. It was bitterly cold, blowing stink, and raining - until the rain turned to sleet. In the afternoon, that wind-driven sleet actually hurt when it hit your face. It stung. That's when we packed it in for the day.
Love the last photo in this post! Hope you got a sail in this morning before you got to the ramp. It was great to see you even with the weather umm.. less than ideal?
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