
So my wife is letting me do a post here, since it is kind of a painful subject. A typhoon came through, and, as we hear is always the case, it was going to hit on the weekend. Instead of having our anniversary date, I had to typhoon evac to Guam.

And this is the horrible place I had to spend the long weekend.

Fellow travelers at the hotel.

Everyone did fine back home. The only damage we suffered was dents in the car door from the neighbors trash can. 120 knot winds did hit the island, and some people had windows blown out, roofs ripped off, and trampolines blown away. All the leaves were gone from the jungle, and the beautiful canopy that was full of flowers was completely stripped away, down to the bare branches. It's weird, looking like winter in summer.