April, April der macht was er will.
Except it's not April yet bt the weather's gone nuts despite.

This week I've had an umbrella ripped out of my hand by the wind and got soaking wet with rain only to turn around and get sweaty on an afternoon sunny hike.

I went from 75 degree beach lounging to 38 degree wet, soggy, fog.
Guess which one I was camping in?



I am told I don't do cold very elegantly anymore but we had a blast, despite exploding rocks and not making it to Dinosaur Valley park as originally intended!



Lighter fluid, flint, sticks, a guitar and a gorgeous fire kept everyone entertained for hours.
I didn't' even realize how much I missed a real campfire until it memorized mesmerized me, pictured posted here.


Meanwhile back at the ranch (Anguilla), some rough seas are wreaking havoc on ferry traffic between Anguilla and St Martin and no boats have been able to run for days now.
Perhaps something angered Mother Nature, perhaps that is Mojee keeping my travel curse stuck in the waves of Anguilla.

I am writing this at the DFW airport with a 16 hour travel day ahead of me.
Think I'll make it home by tonight?