As we strung up the rods beneath the shelter of the rental car’s hatchback, I could feel the reluctance on Todd’s part. It was palpable.
“We left a perfectly good hotel room stocked with rum and beer and the balcony view of the pool for this? They even had a never-ending supply of bacon on the breakfast buffet.”
This, as it turned out, was wind. Well, wind might not be entirely accurate. Not exactly, anyway.