No, I'm not in the Halloween spirit.We're supposed to leave Saturday to go to Nags Head, N.C., for our annual holiday (to borrow the British term). It's an 8-hour trek that usually takes us 10 due to the fact that we stop along the way for sanity breaks...bathroom breaks...shopping breaks...dinner breaks...or just-because breaks.
Sadly, this year we're going to be delayed until Sunday by Tropical Storm...no, just storm...no, back to Tropical Storm...no, almost-Hurricane-strength..."Ernesto." You have to give it credit, this storm is trying in "earnest" to become something. Appropriately named?? Stay tuned to the Weather Channel.
The week we go is the "peak week" in the Hurricane Season. Yes, there is an actual season. Spring, Summer, Hurricanes, Fall, and Winter. (Didn't know there are five, did you?)
So why do we go that week?
Well, about 25 years ago, my parents invested in a week at a time-share...and now it's paid for. Their week just happens to coincide with the "peak week" of hurricanes. For awhile, when he first started joining us, we thought Stuart was an "albatross around the neck" of our vacations. Three out of five years, we had to leave, or not go at all, due to hurricanes. Poor guy. We eventually broke that "curse"...until this year.
Not a problem though. Just thinking about the beach and the ocean and the sunshine... What's a few more days?
In the "life" of a hurricane that can be the difference between being a Category 1 to 5...or becoming just another storm.
I vote for the latter.
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