First of all, I am greatly relieved that the good folks of the PNW came thru this pretty darn well (all things considered and with all due respect to the those injured and the heart attack victim). Thank God.
That being said, I found myself biting my nails and laughing out loud at the same time reading this on-the-water account of the 6.8 PNW-style rock festival and big tree mosh pit on the Sky! You guys definitely get the hardcore award for a new adventure sport - quake fishing.
That must have been a truly unique experience. Like the time Bill and I ran (sloshed?) nearly a mile to shore over a knee deep saltwater flat when the mid-day sky turned black and the water turned bright, and lightning started to rip the sky to pieces as if to make chicken little's story come true. We were the tallest thing on the horizon for miles on the open bay - it was "exhilarating" but you probably wouldn't want to do it again if you could help it.
Glad everyone was OK!