Yesterday morning we went to work in torrential rain showers, but last night was the true show - starting about 7:30, the wind picked up, the sirens blared, and the whole city was encased in one hell of a lightning show.
Mark and I were both away from Mazurka during the first wave. We arrived home in the brief peace between 10-11 PM and found a little kiddie swimming pool floating beside our bow, and then we looked up: the wind had shorn the bimony right off the aluminum poles atop the fly bridge. The narrow strip of snaps still wrapped around the pole, the rest of the canvas had begun collecting a swimming pool of rainwater.
Looks like we got a lot of sewing to do. Other than that, we are safe and sound.
Who We Are
- Felicia Schneiderhan
- Duluth, Minnesota
- The daughter of a nun caught by a fisherman, Felicia Schneiderhan grew up on the Mississippi River, lived on a boat downtown Chicago, and now explores the North Woods of Lake Superior with her husband and son. She teaches literature and writes all kinds of random stuff, some of which she is paid for.
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