What a Long Day!

Glued to our devices and camp TV, we followed Hurricane Irma's path from the Florida Keys while juggling calls and texts from loved ones. It was a busy and stressful morning.

At noon, we hopped on the bikes and took our Mario Cart-like wooden path 2.5 miles to our favorite bar: The Flying Harpoon in Orange Beach. Luckily, football was the main attraction on TV and we drowned our sorrows as Irma drowned SWFL.

I watched Irma smack down Marco Island from my most informative Twitter feed. The rest of the day all the FL refugees in the bar wondered about their property and future. We all ordered fruity Hurricane drinks to ease the pain.

I was reluctant to impose on the neighbors who stayed in Marco for information on our home. Appreciating the ordeal they must have gone through during a Category 3 storm pounding their space and nerves, I would sit tight and be respectful. That was non-essential information. Timing is everything. I'll find out soon enough.

Meanwhile, all is calm at Gulf State Park camp.