It’s hot here at HQ, and humid as hell. If Hell is humid. Not sure anymore, hell could be an air conditioned cubical in a generic office park. So.. I suppose we each have a version of hell to run from. Thats mine.
Anyway, around here the early rides are the way to go, flat water and that kinda soft morning light before it all muggys up and other boaters are out doing what they do on their jet skis and pontoon boats. BTW, in my hell, in the cubical, I am surrounded by jet skis and pontoon boats, Mini vans and angry pudgy women named Karen. And turds named Brandon who think they own the universe. All this from my cubical… AHHHHHHHHHH, I need to go now..