...and the wind howled, and the rain poured, and Topper swayed and bucked. I'm not too sure what Red Ryder was doing. I was too busy hanging on for dear life. Amazingly enough, I actually slept a few minutes, here and there.
Remember the photo from yesterday's post of the idyllic view out Topper's back door? Well, where the H..E..Double 5 Irons did this storm come from? When we finished dinner, there were practically no clouds in the sky, and the wind was calm. Right now, I am having difficulty hitting the right keys on my laptop, because we are bobbing around so much.
Reminds me of a couple of times in my boating days, when wind and waves made the boat rock and roll during the night. But we are firmly planted on solid ground...at least we were before the sun went down. Hmmm...I wonder how Noah felt during those forty days and nights. That couldn't have been fun. And what's more, we didn't bring the dogs along. Can you imagine an ark full of two of every kind of animal, and all of them panicked and clucking and bleating and barking and meowing and mooing and neighing and trumpeting and roaring and generally caterwauling at the top of their lungs? Wow!
To be quite frank, this storm was predicted, and we could have found a place to stay further inland, instead of right on the edge of the bay. I just didn't think, given the observable weather conditions, that it could get this bad in a matter of hours. Chalk that one up to experience.
So, today's trip plan is to drive through the redwoods and end up in Nice, which is quite a ways inland from the coast. Rain is forecast, but with luck those big old trees, some of which have been standing for millennia, will protect us some from the wind...if they don't fall down on us. Nah, they wouldn't do that after millennia.
I just need to keep thinking, "When we get to San Diego, we get to meet our new grandson, Malachi!"
That and lots and lots of praying... Stay tuned for further developments.
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