Leave it to RVSue and her canine crew . . .
. . . to camp on the edge of the continent facing into an immense storm battering the coast from typhoons over the Pacific.
I wake to the Best Little Trailer rocking like a ship at sea. Gee, maybe I’d better check that we aren’t a ship at sea. I squint a look through the window. The black forms of bushes whip and wave frantically. Well, apparently we’re still on land.
Rain pounds one side of the BLT. A beacon flashes . . . or is that lightning? Sheesh. I pull the covers over my head and go back to sleep. Rinse (and I do mean rinse!) and repeat.
I wake at daybreak to the sound of rocks being thrown at the BLT.
Wha? I sit up. The noise is thunderous.
In the dim light I can see Bridget’s face peer out from the covers. Her eyes are big, black marbles. “It’s okay, honey. There’s not anything we can do about it anyway.” Turtle-like, we pull our heads back under the covers. After a few minutes the rat-tat-tat stops and we doze off.
I always sleep with the blinds over my bed pulled all the way up.
I like to wake with a view to the sky. This morning I wake to see a sea gull flying backward. Huh? Good golly, that’s some wind out there!
RVSue Tip of the Day . . .
When birds fly backward, cancel the picnic.
The large, back window of the BLT faces the ocean. I move to sit next to Spike’s sleeping body. I study the view through the rain-splattered glass. No wide, smooth, peaceful, inviting beach. Gone. Instead a relentless army of dirty, mean-looking, crashing, roaring breakers marches to the cliff upon which the crew and I sit.
I’m glad this campground is up on the cliff because I wouldn’t want THAT knocking at our door. Gee, I hope this isn’t low tide . . . .
Okay, you get the message.
We’re in a storm. And the storm covers a big area of the coast from Canada through Oregon. I had hopes of making a mad dash inland and southward today, but that’s out of the question. I’ll tow in rain if I have to, but I won’t tow in heavy rain with gusty wind. The crew and I will have to sit tight and wait for a break.
It may not be much of a break.
I understand this weather pattern is going to sit here like a big ol’ toad that won’t budge even when you poke it with a stick.
For obvious reasons I don’t have photos for today’s post.
Except for this one, taken shortly before the storm hit . . .
Bye for now . . . Keep your powder dry!
NOTE from The Weather Channel:
- Washington/Oregon coast: Gusts over 55 mph, possibly reaching 80 mph Sunday along Ore. coastal headlands through late Sunday
- I-5 corridor: Occasional gusts over 40 mph through late Sunday
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