I went to check on Saint Max on Saturday. It was a beautiful day and I hadn't run since before the hurricane. I have to cross over the James River to get to my marina. From several stories up, I could see a TON of debris that had ben washed into the river from Irene and the rains we experienced from Lee. It was no PNW log jam, but there was enough visible to cause me to rethink my plans. At the marina, the waters were level with the height of the stationary dock that parallels the trailer ramp at LOW tide. Normally, the levels are a foot or so below that dock at HIGH tide. I got to the marina and it was dead. One brave soul was heading out. The rest of the boats were still tied in place with their storm lines in anticipation of the "next" one. One of the marina's owners said he had never seen anything like this in his 30 years in the business.
A co-worker took his bass boat out to practice for an upcoming cat fish tourney. He described a worse situation than I had seen as he was at water level. He told me he never took the boat to plane. He told me the stuff you could see was painful enough to look at. It was the stuff a few inches below the surface that was treacherous and numbered 3-5 times more that what he could see.
Hopefully not, but I may be winterizing a bit early this year. Maria is out there and Nate is enroute.
DAMMIT! Fall is my favorite boating time. Oh Well!
A co-worker took his bass boat out to practice for an upcoming cat fish tourney. He described a worse situation than I had seen as he was at water level. He told me he never took the boat to plane. He told me the stuff you could see was painful enough to look at. It was the stuff a few inches below the surface that was treacherous and numbered 3-5 times more that what he could see.
Hopefully not, but I may be winterizing a bit early this year. Maria is out there and Nate is enroute.
DAMMIT! Fall is my favorite boating time. Oh Well!