Like most of the eastern United States, we've experienced a wild shift in weather over the last few days. Suddenly, instead of unseasonable warmth, the temperatures dropped and the wind howled for two straight days, leaving us slightly cooler and breezier than before.
When these crazy fronts move through, the normally serene bay behind our house reminds us that it is, in fact, part of the larger Gulf and that the tides and wind can combine to create mighty waves. Usually, this happens at night, and as the ritual goes, I brace in bed listening to the wind whistling through our windows (they need to be replaced...badly) and at first light open the curtains to survey the damage. Invariably, we find the boat straps a tangled mess and several boards missing.
