Last night was as stormy as the day had been benign and beautiful. Shortly after we anchored just north of the Mather Bridge, rain began falling in earnest, harder than it does back home. Florida is the “lightning capital of the United States”, and it decided to put on a show for us. We sat on the sundeck after dinner (couscous and shrimp with sundried tomatoes, artichoke hearts, cilantro and feta), watched the spectacular storm light up the sky, and counted to see how far away the lightning was when the rumble of thunder began. The wind blew hard for a couple of hours, our anchor held, and then it settled down as quickly as it had begun, and we had a calm night at anchor. Back home, people say “if you don’t like the weather, wait a few minutes; it will change”, but that seems even more true here.
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