Arthur

My Better Half did not get a flight out that night.  He had to wait until the next morning, the morning of July 4.

Between when he was downing a double whiskey at the hotel bar and when he arrived back at The Commune, Arthur (the Asshole) hit.

This was the progress of Arthur-events during that time period:

This is the handy timeline of terror.  Note the projected winds at 2am.
This is the handy timeline of terror. Note the projected winds at 2am.
This is the hurricane advisory.
Hurricane advisory.
Want to know where our boat is?  Just look for the little piece of land inside Arthur's eye.
Want to know where our boat is? Just look at where Arthur makes landfall…
... And we weren't faring much better at The Commune
… And we weren’t faring much better at The Commune

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