It’s a 6 hour drive from here to there, and it means running the gauntlet of Hampton Roads – through perpetual traffic congestion, rough roads, backups at bridges and tunnels. For a traffic wimp like me it’s harrowing at best, and at worst, when there’s an accident or just rush hour mayhem, it can add hours to the trip. Sometimes I leave in the middle of the night just so I can sneak through when everyone else is asleep.
I’ve been going through the photos and video from last week, prepping for a half dozen posts. Such a glorious few days: chilly enough for a campfire at night, but sunny and in the 80’s during the afternoons for shorts and t-shirts. Some of the best sailing I’ve ever had. Some great photos and nice video from the trip.
Strange to think that now, less than a week later, every place I stood on land, from Sunday night to Wednesday morning, is now under a raging torrent of water. And there’s a blizzard warning here. What?