With apologies to Samuel Beckett, we are not Waiting for Godot here on Skinny Island, but waiting for hurricane Dorian.  You may have heard about it, now a category 3 storm bearing down on the Bahamas, with Florida in its sites.  And while the implicit governor of Florida has declared a state of emergency for all 67 counties of Florida, as governor of Skinny Island, we are yet reluctant to make such a pronouncement for this barrier island, though preparations are underway.

We have boarded up The Little Hacienda, the first step.  That means we have taken the chairs and deck box off the beach, stowed away all the surfboards, and lowered and secured all the shutters on the ocean facing windows.  We have flashlights, batteries, a wonderful crank weather radio, a camp stove, water, ice, and a solar charger for cell phones, plenty of canned food, and tomorrow we will hit Publix liquors.  We’re ready.  Rest assured, we will evacuate if needed, but the question still remains, to where?  Nobody knows where this thing is going.  In a couple days we anticipate a mass evacuation from south Florida, which will clog all escape routes north and west, so we’re waiting and watching.  We don’t want to get caught in the snarl of traffic out there.  The Little Hacienda is a bunker; it might be best just to stay put.  We are most concerned about storm surge, a breaching of A1A, which might flood the house.  Can’t fight it by being here, but we won’t leave until it’s clear we must.  I still think it’s going to turn north and skirt the coast at sea, but we won’t know that for a couple days.

We are reluctant to leave.  Updates and photos as warranted.  And anyway, we love this stuff.