Post bail...the rain slowed, the lightning stopped, just long enough for Jack and me to bail out our entirely full of water dinghies. Thank god for a good old Tortola dinghy with floatation built in or we both would have been doing the 'drag it off the bottom and hope the engine cane be purged' dance of curses. The last time I saw a dinghy (that was shared by me) that full was after a hurricane on St Thomas when our hard dinghy sank at the dock.. We didn't want to bring ashore, so we let it sink on purpose, engine safe inside. They do sink if turned upside down a few times ...
Non-caffinated drowned rat syndrome
One would think I'd have enough ego to not put this photo in this post. However, it's so weird and strange, I have to do it. Maybe it's the over 50 Woman Liberated thing, since frankly, I hate photos of myself. At least this one is worthy of hating, making it likable. If someone showed me this photo, I'd pretty much swear it wasn't me. Well, whoever she is, thanks for bailing 9478 gallons of water out of the dinghy!
Jack's fine foul weather gear (minus bucket hat)
I don't know how many foul weather jackets Jack and Francie have between them, but they are all on the boats. It's been a long time since any of us have had to go out in the rain around here. My foul weather jacket had been the home of perhaps generations of lizards and a couple of cockroaches, stuck way back in my closet. I shook it out and tried not to think about it. It is now under a roaring gush of water coming out of my rain gutter, getting de-grossed.
