@Lookout

seems stronger than when the moon is full.
Rains here have finally passed. Time to start bringing in the firewood.

Yes, an intense struggle for survival makes one feel stronger after awhile.
The whole episode still gives me the heeby-jeebies.

Enjoy your gardens!

Whatta story...hairy indeed. Funny those close brushes with death. They make you value life and good health. Glad your story had a happy ending!

Nothing so exciting here fortunately. Planting more radish today on the new moon. Cabbages and other brassicas are doing well this fall. Still harvesting okra, and new lettuce is making daily salads.

Time to wash windows before winter forces us indoors more, but we've got two more days of rain before that is on the schedule. Have not ridden my bike this week either because of all the rain.

It is a quiet week back in the holler. Wishing you all good times!

@snoopydawg

Glad you cheated the reaper by listening. Had a similar episode while living in New Orleans. A recurring nightmare of a fatal car wreck would awaken me in a sweat. I listened, sold my car and walked, rode bikes and the trolley, and stuck to mass transit for about 3 years until the dreams went away. Not sure where the thing was coming from, but it was strong enough for me to react.

Glad that you made the right choice. Yeah dancing with death does add lots of perspective to life doesn’t it? I’ve had 2 brushes with it and lived, but each time I had a premonition that something dark was on the horizon. 1st one was a week before my accident which I was so damn lucky to survive it. I told my friend that something ominous was going to happen, but I thought it was going to happen to someone else. Just felt like a dark thing was hanging over the horizon. Week later I told her that I told you so.

Premonitions should be respected IMO. Especially when 2 had come true.

Next premonition was when a bunch of us went up the canyon to party. I had it all day so I stayed sober so I could drive us home. Coming around the dam where the road twisted and turned I hit black ice and started swerving. Just as I felt I had it under control the gal next to me tried to hit the brakes and hit the gas. Started doing 360's and there wasn’t much I could do but ride it out. Watched as the headlights showed the mountain and then the dam and car lights making their way towards us. Then we were going backwards toward the big drop off into the drink my mind went black except for the spot with my foot hitting the brakes. I did. We stopped 20 feet from the edge.

Next one was at Targhee ski resort on the other side of Jackson Hole. People wanted to go party in Jackson, but to get there you had to go over the pass which is very steep and twisty. The feeling was so strong I started shaking. My friends were mad that I wouldn’t go and they tried to physically force me into the van. I hung on to a pole and they gave up. Totally pissed at me…and they made it back okay. But what if I had gone with them? Dunno.

Just had another birthday and boy do I cherish each one. But damn I never thought I’d actually get this old this soon.

@Dawn's Meta

meets the Pacific it can be wicked rough.
We have a similar condition on the east coast
in a place called Barnegat on the Jersey shore.
Had to make that once on a 55 footer down one engine.

Harriest inlet was getting out of Belem Brazil on the river Para
a tributary of the Amazon where it flowed into the south Atlantic
Tide would come down like a wall of water. Once it met the shoals
offshore it was like riding Niagra falls - straight up and back down.

Thrills and spills.

one than the ones I used to fish on. They were usually 22' outboards, with one exception - a Reinell inboard Chevy, which was unpredictable.

We fished the Oregon coast and went out of Tillamook at Barview over the Garibaldi Bar. We also often went out of the Columbia at Warrenton. Also Newport out of a very long set of jaws.

Conditions could change in a few minutes: sun and good seas to peaky seas with nowhere to hide which meant we had to head inside. We always ran at higher speeds and cut the swells, watching for curl. Only broke through a rough one twice.

Here's a guy with a bigger boat, moving too slow, but crossing the bar in rough seas, which look pretty typical to me.
[video:https://youtu.be/3WpRKS_Y-KQ]

Here's more the speed we would go.
[video:https://youtu.be/DzlgSYdqyWs]

Here's a bad day at Newport. Never went out in stuff like this. Big swells, widely spaced and no wind can work. But we've seen fishing trawlers like these in the big swells where like this one, the boat can disappear from view in the gully between swells.
[video:https://youtu.be/k7BoLOM4TfU]

Caught some bodacious Salmon out of those ports.

We came out of Garibaldi one sunny day. All was calm. Somewhere around 45 minutes we were on the South side of the South Jetty, when the boats closest to the sand were suddenly tossed onto the beach. We were all working a big pod of salmon and taking our turns over it. Luckily we were on the sea side of the troll when the swells peaked up.

The jetty-master was yelling 'airborne' for awhile. We went back outside the jaws out the buoy line to watch. Boats were going on the beach on both sides of the mouth. Inside the swells would suddenly peak up and the boats would surf their way out. Huge seas, but smooth and wide. We waited awhile and picked up some Cod. No use tempting Mother Nature.