Wednesday June 21 2:30a. The first band of the storm was early. A heavy curtain of rain swept through the amphitheater of our anchorage. Mother Nature had set the stage and we, the audience, silently counted the seconds between the flash and the rumbling explosions confirming that it was coming our way. Lightening lit up the cabin followed by the deafening roar of nature’s sublime display. Skipper left my side to seek more protected shelter under the table leaving me considering doing the same.
Like a Prima Donna playing a mean girl, lightning came into the harbor raging, slamming all around us. Each thunderous bolt would percuss our humble boat as if a huge ball of energy had been rolled at us. I felt it in my chest. And then it was over as suddenly as it began. The rain stopped and the paparazzi retreated. We had survived the first assault. Then I remembered to breathe. We woke this morning to a new forecast; we were now ground zero for the eye of the storm.
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Dois Brock and Lauri Hamilton Brock splashed our boat Ashika into the Pacific April 2017 for a Round the World Tour.
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