After the unexpected earthquake, Mike gets to 'enjoy' the all too seasonal east coast hurricane season. He is holed up in his hotel in Philadelphia watching old episodes of The Wire and eating lemon chilli coated pistachios. I am not too worried about him. Philly somehow seems positioned so as to escape the brunt of these things.
Meanwhile, I am packing up, ready to head off on a four day drive across the country, from Port Angeles on the north-western peninsula, to Rapid City, somewhere in the middle. At least I can expect tolerable weather.