I love inclement weather. I like bundling up and going for a walk in a snow storm. I love being outside during a thunderstorm. When the near hurricane force winds hit, I couldn't resist. I braved the fierce winds Saturday to check out the beach. I didn't think it was too bad when I left home. I heard it blowing outside, but it didn't seem to much out of the ordinary. Well, except for the roar of the surf I could hear from about 4 blocks away. As I neared the beach, I could tell I had gotten myself into more than I had bargained for. Not only was the wind whipping up the waves, but it was also creating a sandstorm. Any loose sand, not frozen, was blowing around. I thought about turning around then and there, not wanting to risk my camera in the sandstorm, and after getting a mouth full of sand. But I pressed on. I headed for the some shelter at the far end of the beach, near the Coast Guard house. From there I was blocked from the wind, and upwind of the the beach, so no sand.
After the beach, I thought about heading on to the pier, but the way the waves were breaking, I decided to be smart and not head out there. I wouldn't stand a chance on foot. So I headed around the harbour, fighting wind the whole way. It was violent. The wind almost knocked me off my feet a few times. I had never experienced wind like that before. It really was awe inspiring. I ended up just watching the fury, and not shooting a whole lot of pictures. Absolutely amazing!
