One day I'll tell my grandchildren about surviving the Great Cape Storm of Aught-Eight. They'll hear about the hurricane force winds whipping up 30 foot waves to pound the rocky coast and the foot of rain and the softball sized hail that fell throughout Sunday afternoon. So what if gale force winds brought 20 foot waves, a few trees fell, we got five inches of rain, and the hail was pea-sized? It was still one heck of a storm. We're so happy to be headed up to Zimbabwe this week in the hopes that Spring will have finally arrived when we return to the Cape. And by the time I'm old enough to say "aught-eight," the storm will have grown quite a bit.



