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Glenn Presses On Regardless
Glenn woke this morning before 5, and was heard to complain that there was no in-room coffee service and the gas station didn’t open until 5. It’s good to see Glenn’s priorities are not affected by the weather.
Alberto had not made landfall when Glenn set out this morning during a brief lull. Later he questioned the wisdom of his decision as he sheltered from the storm in Usher with the Forest Division, and was unable to find food - the local pizza place wasn’t answering the phone.
One solicitous person advised him to seek shelter - “There will be 70 mph winds along soon.” Luckily the storm was drifting north, and Glenn was struggling south. This did mean that he managed to avoid the worst Alberto had to offer, but the winds continued to blow in his face. Every yard had to be fought for and won from that wind. He rode through eight squalls, three of which he called “blinding,” and his face was stung by rain driven by winds gusting up to forty-five miles per hour.
Tonight Glenn is in Crystal River. He covered seventy miles against the weather and against the best advice anyone had to offer, and he’s seventy miles closer to his dream. One thing you can say about all the world’s achievers - they rarely settle for “reasonable.”
An early start. There will be coffee
when that gas station opens
when that gas station opens
Glenn’s under there somewhere
This mysterious blue coloration has baffled experts. A similar sighting in London, 1963, was eventually dismissed as an “English Summer.”
A squall - stinging winds up to 40 mph
Squalls are unpredictable with their now you see me - now you don’t quality. Glenn battled through eight of them to rack up seventy miles.
and then things are ‘clear’ for a while
