The west side of Borneo is giving us excellent squall-spotting and squall-dodging practice. Thunderstorms form most afternoons.
It starts innocently enough…just some pretty cumulus clouds giving texture to a beautiful day.
But at some point, that puff of fluffy cloud gets evil looking. Most of the time, the wind hits first, with rain starting only when the wind begins to diminish. Unless, of course, it’s an especially evil squall. Then all rules about wind and rain order are off.
We’re mostly able to appreciate the beauty they bring, but it always puts us on high alert, and it can be stressful. It can be especially stressful when you are rounding a point where confused seas pile up on each other in the shallow water, where a drifting timber floats out with other debris in river outflow, and your engine hiccups because once again the fuel filters are getting clogged, and there’s a tug towing a large barge up ahead that can’t seem to decide where it’s going.
Hypothetically speaking. You know, on days like that.