I don't know what the weather was like at your house this past Saturday but here it was windy. I mean WINDY! Gusty, blowing, chilly, wet,batten down the hatches windy. And for most people that means, a good day to stay inside, snuggied down in your comfiest sweats drinking hot cocoa and reading a good book or binge watching Outlander for the umpti-umpth time, For other folks it means, Time to Go To The Beach!
Mostly because big wind usually also means big waves. And Big waves means surfers and parasailing!
On one hand I think they are adrenaline laced whackadoos. On the other hand, oooooo it's so pretty! Really, it's breathtaking to watch as they loop and jump and spin and turn. Almost like a dance. Water Ballet! Only with higher danger factor.
We weren't the only folks at the jetty watching the show either. The place was PACKED! And most of the cars had out of state plates so sure, I get it. If it's a little too chilly to actually sit on the beach or swim or even just wade in the surf and look for cool shells, then here is an alternate way to enjoy the water.
I always feel bad for the tourists who come here from cold and snow hoping to enjoy a beach vacation, thinking sunny and warm thoughts only to find chilly, grey, wet and/or windy weather. But honestly, the beach and the ocean is awesome regardless of the temperature. Provided that you are dressed for the occasion. If all you brought was your flipflops and swimsuit, yeah, you are going to be chilly. Tip:L There are shops here. You can buy a sweatshirt.
But honestly, regardless of the fact that the beach was red-flagged that day, it was still a beautiful walk. I know because after we left the jetty, we went on over to the main beach entrance which we refer to as the Pavilion (because there is one) and we walked on the shore for a bit.
See what I mean? Ain't nothin' wrong with that. And yet, the beach was nearly completely empty. Silly people! Cold, wet, windy days are Perfect Beach Days! Mostly because there is almost nobody else there. You pretty much have the place to yourself!
We could still see the surfers and parasailers from the where we now were and continued to enjoy the show even as we walked along the edge of the water. The wind blew my hair around but hey, I don't care. And Tim was kind enough, chivalrous enough, to stand between me and the worst of it so that I could get at least these few photos.
It's kind of hypnotic watching the water. Maybe that's why it's so calming. Even on a wild and woolly weather sort of day just watching the ever changing patterns in the waves, the continual ebb and flow of it all, listening to that unmistakable sound of the surf.... it helps me to breath, I can feel myself settle a bit and at the same time feel energized. It's medicinal. Take one visit to the beach and call me in the morning. Hah!
Eventually we left to do the sorts of things that need doing regardless of how spectacular the ocean is every day. But we returned in the evening because we knew, we just absolutely had no doubts at all, that the wave dancers would still be out there.
And we were correct!
Yup, this is me. Some people said, "Sam, you should write a Blog". "Well, there's a thought", I thought to myself. And so here it is.