Weather picking up

Saturday

The wind picked up after midnight, just as predicted.  Boy, don’t I love saying that.  Prediction that works is an awesome thing and something we seldom saw on Cape Cod.  Actually you could almost guarantee the opposite of whatever the weather prediction was.  The only exception to that was Don Kent, a weatherman that Bob remembered from his high school days in Norwell and who was the weatherman for WQRC Hyannis when we moved to the Cape.  Don knew Cape weather and his were the only predictions that I would ever trust.

Bob's Beach on a windy day

 Winds from the north at 20 knots are ripping the grommets out of our used Bahama flag so down it came until the winds calm or I can repair it.  A walk over to Radio Beach this morning allowed Bob his daily salt water immersion ritual despite the rough water and churned up sand in the waves, his shorts, his pockets and his ears.  I stayed safely on shore and was steadily sand blasted as I walked the beach looking for elusive blue beach glass.  

Back at the boat we doubled or tripled up on all the dock lines and settled in for the day to avoid the winds.  And I thought Northeasters only happened in New England!  Clifford, a marina employee, was wearing a winter jacket and watch cap though we were still in shorts and t-shirts at 73^oF.  It was still nice on the fore deck right in front of the pilot house which was south facing and therefore in the lee.  Ed and Maureen came over for a tour and Maureen showed me her jewelry making skills with sea glass and wire wrapping.

Bob's Beach, ever changing.

After another walk on the beach we had a surprise.  The whole beach terrain had changed drastically from this morning with cliffs of sand rearranged by the high tide to a sloping beach.  Only staying a short while, we returned to the boat to prepare our donation to the evenings potluck put on by the marina for all the boaters. 

The potluck was well attended and a very nice time as we met more people and tried to remember more names.  The Canadians all sat at one table and soon there was nothing but French to be heard by them.  What a wonderful thing to be bilingual.  Bill and Francine came over to our table as neither of them spoke French.  During dinner the wind picked up even more and was producing white caps off the stern of our boat.  Prediction: 30 knots with higher gusts but it seems pretty steady at rock and roll!