Me, too, fiasco perpetuating, finding the spot, the place, the yard. I Loaded up Ol' (T)Rusty and traveled south on Wednesday. I was just going to sleep in the truck at the state campground, Tropical storm, Nate, was churning up the Gulf, pushing water north. The tent sites of the campground on the bay side were flooded. Thanks a lot, God. I hope he unsubscribes. This is getting ridiculous. I checked out several yards and drove back Thursday. It looks like I'll be launching in Galveston.
I didn't think I could make it to the Port Aransas Wooden Ply Boat show October 22. Now the Show won't make it this year at all. The hurricane before the last two caused more damage than they thought, so the Show is rescheduled for spring 2018: http://portaransasplywoodenboatfestival.org/
It's still a mess and the next gulf hurricane will swing east- Duck, Alabama!
It seems like all major stuff in my life of late centers around Halloween. When I built the house, all the major events gravitated around that date: The timberframe workshop and frame raising, the week of helping with a barn the year before, the actual move in a year later.. Now here I am again with Halloween looming, the move closer.