Yesterday afternoon, after countless zoom meetings and work, the Boatress and I took a break from it all and decided a boat ride could cure all. The day before Jimmy and I headed out and just floored it. I ran the piss out of WECATCHEM, and she thanked me, by running better.
I do remember back in the day with old cars, every now and then a good throttle beating, was a good thing. Well, WECATCHEM runs like a kitten. And so. well anyway, enough blabber. FOG! Like a wall of it.
That mixed in with the fish plant, and well. That was that. But I was able to capture one hell of a series of photos. So I guess it was all worth it. Was this my last gasp… for air?