The old timers here on Cape Cod predict the end of the shoulder season between Indian Summer and the chill of winter with the first strong storm from the south in late October. Today, right on schedule, on the eve of daylight standard time resuming, we’re having a big gale with gusts up to 70 mph and sheets of wind-blown rain. This is the storm that the Perfect Storm was about.
I pulled the boat out of the water yesterday so I could clean the barnacles off the bottom and take a powerwasher to the seagull poop on the deck (as fewer boats remain in the harbor, the gulls tend to single out the remaining decks as their personal toilets). It sits in the yard, forelorn but safe from the gale.
Today’s options are (electricity willing) are:
- Write my book(s)
- Sit on the ergometer for an hour and sweat off five pounds
- Find the couch and watch movies
- Sit in the workshop and work on a long delayed radio-controlled airplane so I can crash it to the high amusement of my nieces and nephews over Thanksgiving.
As it turns out I spent the day doing harbor patrol with my cousin, hauling beached boats, motoring around in his truck shooting storm video and taking pictures.
This is Conrad’s barge going blub-blub. We helped haul it onto the beach with the truck.
The scene on the Sound was pretty wild. The gulls couldn’t fly and had to sit in the waves.