Sunday evening, Tampa Bay was white capping on either side of the
Howard Frankland Bridge as we drove to TPA. The bridge was closed for awhile when Hurricane Isaac delayed the
start of the Republican National Convention in August 2012. I seem to remember pictures of surf on the bridge, but that may just be my imagination.
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| Stocking up on fish before a storm |
I was thinking about Tampa Bay tourist literature promises un "360 days a year", and perhaps that's true, but I'm more inclined to believe a
different metric: 2920 annual hours, or two-thirds of a possible total. Today feels like the Twin Cities during the height of Tornado season. It was almost oppressively warm during the night, when winds began to gust.
This morning, I held on to a lamp post when I was taking pictures beside the bay. I would not be optimistic about my chances of getting fished out of Boca Ciega Bay. I would have to swim a yucky 25 yards or so to the ladder on the dock, enough of a deterrent to keep me both vigilant and sober.
Tornado warnings seem to be for elsewhere in this part of Florida, but the air is oppressive and the wind is howling.
