This morning’s highlights: Tornado Watch. Flood Warning.
Local rainfall up to 5 inches. Three inches of rainwater already accumulated in
the dinghy. Tropical Storm about 200 miles southwest, moving northeast.
And here we are in Florida, at Hontoon Island State Park,
thinking about continuing south on the St. Johns River to Sanford. “What do you
think we will do when we get to Sanford?” I ask my cruising buddy Paul.
“Probably sit in the boat in the rain and think about
calling for delivery pizza,” he replies without hesitation.
“The weather gods are trying to tell us something. We may
never get to Sanford.”
In my role as Captain, I reason that since the weather gods
have already sent us Andrea, the first named storm of the Atlantic hurricane
season, perhaps we should take heed. Have a look:
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| Uniform of the day ... day after day after day |
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| Looking for sunshine... without success |
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| Pitching and rolling on Lake George |
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| Waterproof osprey chicks |
As this is being written, Ms. Bettencourt is retreating northward.
We have seen some nice wildlife – bald eagles, many ospreys with young, wading birds,
a congregation of wood storks, and countless alligators.
And, since even a stormy time on the water is better than pushing the lawnmower, this trip is still
a success.
We expect to be back at Acosta Creek Harbor
before dark, and on the road to Augusta tomorrow.
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