"Harry Krause" wrote in message
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*JimH* wrote:
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http://www.ndbc.noaa.gov/Maps/WestGulf.shtml

These are the weather bouys. 42001 is right in the path and about 50
miles away (when I typed this note)
watch "Combined plot of Wind Speed, Gust, and Air Pressure" and see
the storm build. I bet it goes down in the few hours.

I watched Kartina come ashore on the east gulf bouys and saw them
start dropping offline.
Cool! At 1550 GMT, waves at 42001 were 32.5 feet, barometer falling
rapidly.


What is so cool about that?
If they ever had those conditions on Lake Erie, the 'Good Rev.' would be
hiding under his bed.

The weather was like that on the St Lawrence this past weekend, but we
fished anyway. Good thing, too, because there were too many smallmouth in
that river. I fixed it.

You had 32' waves on the St. Lawrence? Wow.

Yes. You doubt what I'm saying? Fortunately, our campsite was on a very high
cliff. We parked my truck on the windward side of the tent, with the wheels
on the first 6" of the fabric. Getting the campfire and stove lit was a bit
of a challenge, but I always travel with 10 gross of wooden matches that've
been dipped in clear nail polish to make them waterproof. All in all, it was
a good trip, except that 2 blue herons (Stan and Helen) moved into the tent
to avoid the storm. They kept spreading their huge wings because they
thought it looked cool, but they kept knocking the book out of my hands, or
getting the wings in the way of the flashlight. An argument ensued, but we
settled things. They were very impressed with the canned tuna we brought,
and tipped us off to some hot fishing spots.

Docking was a bitch in that kind of wind, so I gave up and just let the
storm blow the boat past the dock and all the way into the reeds at the end
of the cove, figuring "what the hell? Where's it gonna go?" I didn't wanna
have to leave the tent to bail out the boat every half hour, so I decided I
needed a complete moron who'd think the chore was fun. That was easy - the
park was full of RVs. I chose one, knocked on the door, and the chump agreed
to bail the boat all night in return for a "1500 Hours of Free AOL" CD.