Hurricane Franklin began life in the Caribbean as a tropical depression then morphed into a tropical storm. I first became aware of him when he was swirling off the coast of Honduras and heading for the Yucatan Peninsula where my son Shawn and I have been for the last couple of weeks. He was scheduled to make landfall in Yucatan Monday night when we would be in the small coastal fishing village of Celestun.
Celestun is very small and very quaint and is one of my favorite places. Its biggest claim to fame is the Ria Celestun Biosphere a few minutes out-of-town by tuk-tuk. Celestun wouldn’t be my first choice when picking a place to ride out a hurricane. Franklin was small by hurricane standards, only a category one (just one step up from a tropical storm) but nonetheless a hurricane is a hurricane.
I considered cancelling…
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