I was hoping to be on the road to California this Wednesday, but endless tasks, heat and a rainy weekend prompted me to delay my trip departure until September 18th. Having spread my “to-do” list over another week brought back both the excitement of the journey and the thrill of living in a coastal city alive with culture and surrounded by intense beauty (think massive Redwood forests). OK, Mike, knock off the hype – most of the drive is a bore.
I am going to make the drive in five days instead of my typical four, planning a leisurely stop in Reno, and thus, a short five-hour hop to Santa Cruz on the last day. And each night I booked a 1st Class hotel and will seek out a hearty meal to lessen the tedium.
I find it amusing that these numerous computer models have such differing opinions as to where this storm is going to hit the East Coast. Can’t they just talk to each other and come to some pinpoint accurate consensus? Maybe when AI takes over the human race.
If one ignores the spaghetti models and looks at the cone, Florence seems headed for the Carolinas. Not that I wish harm to anyone, but better there than having Florence come roaring up the Chesapeake.
In the meanwhile, I will keep packing and have the house completely empty, short of a mattress, before the storm hits, wherever that may be.
