Riding out a bout of thirty-plus knot winds might sound like a dangerously exciting, adrenaline-packed experience, but take it from me, it’s actually not. Or not on a rowboat, anyway.
I am still convinced that my wind gauge underestimates the wind speed. Today it registered 20 knots, but I reckon it was 30 at least. This gauge is a Silva. Has anybody found a really good handheld gauge that you would recommend?
With these kind of wind and waves running against me, all I can do is stick out the sea anchor and retreat to the Purple Palace and wait for things to improve, while watching my little icon on the GPS go somewhere I don’t want it to go. So I mostly leave the GPS turned off, as there’s nothing to be done about it until the wind shifts and/or subsides, and there’s no point in depressing myself.
Today has been quite pleasantly lazy, which makes a nice change. Somebody once said, “One of life’s great pleasures is to be a little bit ill”, meaning that kind of mild illness when you really have no choice but to lie on the sofa all day. You’re ill enough to justify it, but still well enough to enjoy it. Riding out a storm on the sea anchor is much the same. Guilt-free indolence and a good chance to let my body recover. The main difference is that this particular “sofa” has a nasty habit of lurching around somewhat violently.
It’s also rather inconvenient that the Purple Palace has an outdoor en suite. What a funny life, when the most hazardous part of my day is a trip to the bathroom!
Timothy Ray is the name of the young friend I mentioned a couple of days ago, whose unexpected death had affected me so profoundly. Thank you to Jessica Crawford for being thoughtful enough to let me know, and to Phil at Scripps for also getting in touch. Phil, I have given my mother a message to post to Tim’s tribute page. My sympathies to you and Tim’s other friends, who I am sure are many in number. We are lucky to have known him.
Mariya – Woody the Pirate and I did have a good chat about Tim, and I think I might have seen a glint of a tear in his little plastic eye. He’s a good listener, to be sure.
Tom Cotter – Fresno Solar Tour, John Miller, Doug Grandt, Margo Linden Katz