Noon saturday, went for an 8km paddle. People are starting to arrive but no Peter yet. I was texting with Derek along the way - we were about 2 hours apart. It makes the misery of the drive less - chatting with someone also on the road - why CB radios were invented, I guess.
I had stopped in Bridgeport, West Virginia and Jacksonville along the way. High winds and rain all the way to Erie, high winds and snow all the way to North Carolina. High winds and sunshine right to the Florida border.
D B paddlers here are all drama. Pete got caught in the wind corridor and the trailer flipped. There were a couple of tractor trailers that went over in the same patch. Anyway, what a bunch of drama queens. They're freaking out about how they'll do the first practice, not once asking, if Peter was okay. Apparently Attila grabbed Doug's truck and Peter's small trailer and drove down to get him and the boat remains. Every thing was in pieces because the wind flipped the trailer, then caught it and drove it into the guard rail. paddles are matchsticks. btw, Pete's okay. They got everything back to T.O. and daddio says he will work his magic. Pete was able to round up more boats and headed south again only to spend a bunch of hours in Ohio waiting for the wind to die down.