The midwest spring allergy season has not only kicked my ass, but several people I know. It doesn't help that the farmers are taking advantage of the dry spring to set half the state on fire either.
So, when the going gets tough, the tough get their asses on a sailboat. I'll gladly trade my Zyrtec, Nasocort and Pulmocort for some Dramamine and seasickness bands. Bring it the f*ck on.
So, the plan, and actually planned out this time. Heading down to Key West to not only get some long haul sailing practice in, but help celebrate the annual Conch Republic Independence Day, er, Week.
We managed to snag a slip at the Historic Bight (Galleon Marina-review will be forthcoming) for the weekend and then leave her over at Stock Island again (different marina-review to come also). Considering a hotel was going to cost for two nights what our slippage is, no brainer.
So, as a reward for suffering through the coldest mutha-f*cking winter the Keys has seen, Mother Nature and Father Neptune have blessed us with warm weather, sunny skies and awesome winds.
Then this shit pops up on my Weather Underground page:
Invest? INVEST? What the hell is INVEST?
However, I do love the computer model. It could hit Cuba....or Bahamas....or Bermuda..... or British Isles. What the hell. It's a crap shoot.
Of course, The Weather Channel is just pissing themselves with joy over a semi-formed low pressure system in the Atlantic. Between that and the wicked storms traversing the country, it's a weatherman's wet dream.
So, cheerio. See you on the flip side. Or for reader's entertainment, possible drunk post.
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