Well bugger, winter returned with a vengeance to the Florida Keys yesterday afternoon. The big winner was Cheyenne who got her wooded beach walk with myself Wayne and Chuck and their dogs, just before the cold black clouds rolled in from the north.
It went from 86 and muggy with a summer sun scorching the ground, to dark dank horizontal rain and wind gusts strong enough to put one in mind of a hurricane. 
On the whole Cheyenne is pretty much undisturbed by thunder but direct overhead claps of Thor's door knocker had her worried enough to follow me around under the house as I put away the laundry and secured the sheds. Then we sat and watched Nature's display of awesomeness.
The wind howled and shook the branches and the rain flew in under the house. The canal in front of my dock developed little wind waves racing toward the exit fighting the homecoming boats.
The rain seemed endless and my house cleaner was upstairs sorting out our twice weekly mess. Skinny looked at the rain pouring down and looked at the Bonneville sitting there waiting to ride... "You aren't taking that tonight...are you?" It's more fun to have a challenge every now and again I told her, beside I have waterproofs. She walked away shaking her head at my pig headed stupidity. 
It has been a long dry spell so no doubt this rain is a welcome thing and I watched the sea grape leaves nodding their wet leaves in agreement.
When the cold hit temperatures started to drop - and of course I will get grief from the Amish Nude Photography Club for saying this but - the wind was cold, even though the thermometer didn't seem to agree.
This weekend temperatures will drop below 60 at night and that is too low thanks. Cold dry air is undoubtedly good for the laundry.
Cold wet air sprinkled the Bonneville with rainwater. I shrugged my shoulders as the cleaning crew upstairs restored order to the house and I got out my polishing rags and tire gauge and went to work looking over the Triumph while I had time on my hands.
The power boats were all home with dripping wet crews but the slower sailboat was back just in time to see the end of the rain. A pity I got a slow shutter speed on this lovely catboat. 
I had planned to go see what was what at Smathers Beach, but this was no day to go to work early to look for lovelies in bikinis. And I had to have a few photographs to prove it.
It went from 86 and muggy with a summer sun scorching the ground, to dark dank horizontal rain and wind gusts strong enough to put one in mind of a hurricane. 
On the whole Cheyenne is pretty much undisturbed by thunder but direct overhead claps of Thor's door knocker had her worried enough to follow me around under the house as I put away the laundry and secured the sheds. Then we sat and watched Nature's display of awesomeness.
The wind howled and shook the branches and the rain flew in under the house. The canal in front of my dock developed little wind waves racing toward the exit fighting the homecoming boats.The rain seemed endless and my house cleaner was upstairs sorting out our twice weekly mess. Skinny looked at the rain pouring down and looked at the Bonneville sitting there waiting to ride... "You aren't taking that tonight...are you?" It's more fun to have a challenge every now and again I told her, beside I have waterproofs. She walked away shaking her head at my pig headed stupidity. 
It has been a long dry spell so no doubt this rain is a welcome thing and I watched the sea grape leaves nodding their wet leaves in agreement.
When the cold hit temperatures started to drop - and of course I will get grief from the Amish Nude Photography Club for saying this but - the wind was cold, even though the thermometer didn't seem to agree.This weekend temperatures will drop below 60 at night and that is too low thanks. Cold dry air is undoubtedly good for the laundry.
Cold wet air sprinkled the Bonneville with rainwater. I shrugged my shoulders as the cleaning crew upstairs restored order to the house and I got out my polishing rags and tire gauge and went to work looking over the Triumph while I had time on my hands.
The power boats were all home with dripping wet crews but the slower sailboat was back just in time to see the end of the rain. A pity I got a slow shutter speed on this lovely catboat. 
I had planned to go see what was what at Smathers Beach, but this was no day to go to work early to look for lovelies in bikinis. And I had to have a few photographs to prove it.
11 comments:
Sorry to hear the weather was lousy, but I did hear that yesterday. It sucked here also. I'm hoping the sump pump can keep up and the rains stop.
Heres to dryer weather..............then we will have something new to bitch about.
You forget - drunken crunchy breakers consider the rain a free shower after living out of their cars for a week, and they're used to cold!
Many of them remained on the beach thru the rain.
wuss.
Freeezing on Fleming,
Chuck.
Mr Conchscooter:
You are lucky to only have rain for a day or so. Our rain starts in October and ends around March/April. It's a half year season until we can again feel the warmth of summer. 60°F would feel good about now. I hope your headache is gone.
bob
Riding the Wet Coast
Dear Gramps:
My hear aches for you, knowing that the cold breeze, driven by unforgiving temperatures in the high 70's, are causing you to walk around with one hand on your head and the other on your balls, lamenting your fate.
Does the salt on your bike combine with the rainwater to kill the grass in the driveway?
I am still in throes of my death rattle, which begin each time I try to draw a deep breath. According to the experts, I might require another course of therapy to open up my lungs again.
Fondest regards,
Jack • reep • Toad
Twisted Roads
55 mile per hour winds were quite cold as it turned out. On the whole the cold front has been refreshing as winter has lost it's strength by now.
It's so sad to hear of your illness jack, you'd really like Key west about now, camping in the mangroves with bobskoot and a bevy of spring breakers. Chuck could bring you hot coffee every morning on his Beezer. I would send cops to detain you for illegal camping in the city.
Dear Anon: I hope your sump pump works...whatever that's for.
I fly to orlando on the 21st. I plan on bringing a cold front with me that way I don't die of heat stroke :)
Dear Cathy If 85 degrees is too much you might well be suffering by then. Cold fronts this time of year don't last. checkhttp://tundratantrum.blogspot.com/ for the latest in spring tundra fashion. rather them than me.
Conch that was me with the sump pump.When I got home the other night we had had so much rain it was starting to seep into our basement.It was running constantly and couldn't keep up with the water that was coming in
I was thinking the same thing too. One last umph by Mother Nature. After this smooth sailing and warm weather until December. Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
That cat boat...maybe obtain another view at some point?
Low in the water however it may well be a smooth sailing device?
TTYL
85 degrees is excruciating. Perhaps I should invest in an air conditioned suit.
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