Day Seventeen

Oh no!!!  Save me!!  Hurrican Earl is hitting Cape Cod!!!!  It's going to be awful!!!
*long pause*
Not.  This is so ridiculous.  The only way to describe how northerners react to a potential Category 2 hurricane whose eye is going to be 80 miles off of Nantucket is to say that it's kinda precisely how southerners react to potential snow.  They freak out.
Earl ended up dying down to a Category 1 before getting up here and, as noted before, the worst isn't even anywhere near Cape Cod.
So Gary (John's uncle) took me and his two kids (Alisa and Matthew) to the beach as the two had never experienced a hurricane before.  I'm used to seeing and hearing about giant swells and houses falling in the ocean, etc.  No kidding, the biggest wave I saw was about 3 feet.
But it was still really fun to see how excited everyone was.  Of course there was still the idiots that were swimming at dark with a hurricane ontop of us.  Genious.
Here's a picture of me and Matthew.  I know it's blurry and a little dark, so just look really hard.