Jon, 7.31pm: Whats your plan in the AM?
Me, 7.45pm: Feeling like a slow roll, 6am at the corner, 3pm boat home. Could be convinced to abort.
Jon, 7.46pm: Yeah, you almost had me convinced to rise, but I think it will be really stormy. Leaning towards ferry in the morning and ride home.
Me, 7.46pm: #9, #5 (reference to the Rules)
Jon, 7.55pm: Early ride home will work. Abort in the am in probably the smart play.
Fast forward to 6.26am Friday morning:
Jon, 6.26am: I'm sitting on the Ferry. Blue skies, I can see the moon. I am such a pu$$y.
I was putting my phone in my backpack as I got Jon's texts.
Me, 6.27am: Just got on my kit. You're missing out.
Jon, 6.29am: Thanks for rubbing it in. I am such a pu$$y
At 7.36am, I stopped to snap and send the following picture to Jon
|Shot looking southwest from Warner's Point|
Seconds after sending that shot to Jon, it started to drizzle. As I was stuffing my phone back into the backpack, I turned around to find this ...
|Rainbow over Conzumel Road and the Headlands|