It’s three o’clock in the morning and although the RV blinds have been left up, it’s as pitch black as our friend’s Labrador Retriever. I’m feeling a bit disoriented. Am I sleeping on a sailboat in Clearwater Beach, Florida? No, that was many, many years ago. Was it the margarita (or two) I drank last night? No, perhaps I was a little buzzed but not bed spinning worthy. The RV is definitely rocking and it’s not because we’re having “fun”.
I sure feel like I’m on a boat. It appears the weather bug alerts on my phone were correct. We are experiencing some pretty mighty winds. Somehow I manage to fall back to sleep and don’t wake until the smell of coffee waifs the air. Apparently, the winds woke hubby early.
Although the day was cold and blustery, we remain mesmerized by the scenery. We stay hunkered down in the RV and venture out as little as is required….. Bear’s business. Al and I are grateful we chose to change our plans and stay put. The day brought steady winds of speeds ranging from 30 to 60 miles per hour. Those kinds of winds have been known to flip an eighteen wheeler.
Today high winds, tomorrow snow. Oh, that four letter word. We tried so hard to outrun this storm. AND it’s cold. No wonder this beautiful beach is empty. But, come on, you have to admit the view is phenomenal. We’ll stay until the front passes. We have plenty of food and propane to hunker down here for a while!