On the Eve of Henri

Even without a weather forecast, the two days of hot, heavy, humid air were a clue that a tropical storm was headed our way, and knowing that Henri would be making landfall today, Sunday, I figured that there might be something to see out at South Beach last night. I was not wrong. In my younger years I would have headed up-Island with my surfboard (file this under "things I'm glad my mother never knew about"), but these days I'm content to be a landlubber with cameras (though I might grab the board and take a peak at Squibnocket tomorrow after it has calmed down a little). I was not alone, as several others had gathered to witness mother nature in all her glory - a right festive scene, though a bit nerve-wracking due to at least one clueless off-Islander whose children were flirting with real danger at water's edge, but thanks to my interference (sometimes having a big mouth is a good thing), she skedaddled them up onto higher ground. As for Henri - meh - he headed straight for us but veered left at the last minute - a little rain, a little wind, a big fat nothingburger. Sometimes we just get lucky.