Secondly, I became a first time storm-chaser... or storm-chasee? I was on my way from work to the marina (an hour-long drive) when the second of three massive thunder/hailstorms in the metro area caught up with me. The sky from behind me turned a deep slate-gray and within the first 15 minutes of my trip I was engulfed in a torrent of rain and hail. Forced to pull off of rural route 50 due to NO visibility, I sought shelter next to the barn of the first house I could find. I couldn't see or hear anything for 15 minutes except the streaks of golf ball and fist-sized hail pounding against my care from every direction and bouncing up after hitting the ground. I'm not normally afraid of storms, and it's intimidating to know that you have no option other than to take what nature hits you with. Anyway, long story short, the hail eventually stopped and though I had to pull over one other time because of the heavy rain and fog, I made the trip to the marina in just under 2 hours slightly hopped up on adrenaline but otherwise no worse for the wear.
Finally, we got the mast up this weekend and are very pleased to be the owners of a sailboat again. The only downside is that the drum on the new roller-furler is slightly too big to fit in the same area as the bow-pulpit, but that pulpit can be cut and modified. We can't wait to try out the furler!
|towards the end of the hailstorm... you can actually see beyond the car|
|On my second stop in Trenton, all of the streets/curbs were lined with drifts of hail|
|Joel drilling holes for the new backing plates in the mast.|
|it speaks for itself :)|