So we get a gig in beautiful Hawaii. Tropical Molokai. A first-ever trip to a tropical paradise for Pony.
So, just because I was along, the islands were going to get the first hurricane to hit the islands directly in 22 years (even though it wimped-out to a “tropical storm,” it had STILL been that long since SOMETHING nasty directly hit the Hawaiian Islands). After YEARS of working disasters, they are now starting to FOLLOW me, I guess.
My CAVE is a virtual palace of preparedness. The Pony Corral has a preparedness kit. My truck has food for two people for nine days and at least enough water for three days (I often carry extra water when traveling.
In Hawaii, we only had what we had brought with us. And what we could find.