Dane Clark reports that there is nothing special going on. I cannot convey what a difference it makes to one's psychological well being to receive regular weather reports. I try to pick up the weather broadcasts via the short-wave radio, but it is only one day in ten that I get it with enough clarity to know what to expect. Last summer, I received no weather reports at all. I made my own observations.
Hurricane season is at an end.
Winter has begun to settle in over the Northern Hemisphere and this dismantles nature's machinery for the production of hurricanes in this part of the Atlantic. Still, I will not breathe a sigh of relief until I pass the 900-mile mark. I passed the 1000-mile mark just before sunrise this morning. Ordinarily this would be a great milestone, but since I was between 1000 and 900 miles from France last summer when Hurricane Danielle beat the tar out of me and effectively ended my trip, I am not yet ready to begin celebrating. It was yellowish brown and shaped like a moth.