With last night’s view.
The pumps ran all night. The water is down enough that we can make out a high-tide line in front of our house.
I remember how important the high tide line was when Judy and I went wilderness sea-kayaking a lifetime ago. There were ten-foot tides in the Pacific Northwest. We’d land on an island and immediately begin the search for the most recent high tide line; the line of debris left where the water had last reached its highest. It was important to pitch the tents above the most recent high tide. There were subtleties to this because there were often two high tides a day, the high high and the low high. Didn’t want to get fooled pitching tents while paying attention to the wrong high tide line.
So, we’ve found the most recent high tide line at Sandpipers. We’re well above it so we must be okay, but we’re a long way to go until we’re dry.
