April 17th, 2018

  Sunday was a rainy day here. Not just rain, actually.  It was wind and rain and thunder and the whole shebang!  It was glorious!

​We slept late like the slackers that we aspire to be and that was a wonderful way to start the day.  Getting up slowly and relaxing through breakfast and the reading of the newspaper, showering and dressing at a non-rushed pace with absolutely zero plans for the day!  

​At that point it was merely grey and gloomy and non-sunny in every possible way which just means a sleepy, slow-moving sort of Sunday.   Always a treat!  But shortly thereafter, the wind picked up. And I mean picked up the umbrella from the courtyard and threw it around.  Tim ran out to rescue it as I watched palm fronds fly through the air and birds seem to hover in place, unable to fight the wind.  So naturally we jumped in the car and headed for the jetty to watch the waves in the coming storm.

​I'm not certain still why those wildly crashing crazy storm waves are so appealing to us, but we just cannot seem to resist them.  We aren't the only ones either.  There were dozens of cars full of people fascinated by the sight.  Some folks just watched through the windshield where it's warm and dry.  Others, like us, were out climbing around on the rocks, flirting with danger and taking photos, and two people were serious risk takers as they dashed down the length of the jetty even while the water crashed against them and waves swept across the width of the path!  I'm crazy but not stupid.  I didn't do that.  And honestly, my heart was pounding a little bit as I watched them.  Those waves can toss people right off the path if they wish to.  Fortunately, they did not want to that day.  If required, I would jump in to try to save them, but I don't want to have to, y'know?

​But I did take photos !

We stood there watching, holding our breath as they ran, laughing, to the end, then turned and ran back.  They were lucky.  Well, I suppose we were too.  We watched them return safe and sound (thank goodness).   By then,  Tim and I were wet with seaspray and salt encrusted and stinging from the wind spinning the sand around.  It felt like we were being stung by tiny little bees.  Ouchie!  And yet there we stood entranced by it all.

​Eventually of course we left, as the rain began to fall in earnest.  We got a few things done at home, read a little bit, watched an old movie, took a little nap and then, in the midst of the worst of the wind and rain, drove back to the jetty.  We were nearly the only  ones there by then.  This time, we stayed in the safety and warmth of the car while we watched the spectacle. But I did roll down the window once to take this photo:

Visibility was extremely poor at that point and what looks like fog on the rocks?  That's seaspray again, only more of it.  We didn't stay long but long enough to appreciate the show.  I was tempted to break into applause!  We went back home and I fixed dinner and we listened to the sound of the rain on the roof. It's like music to me. I just love it.

​I know, we are crazy people. In another life, I might have been a storm chaser!  Which is crazy because remember me?  The big chicken?  The girl who won't ride a roller coaster?  Yup, same person.  Hard to believe.  But I do love a good storm.  

​Hey, everyone needs a hobby!