I awoke this morning to hear the wind hollowing outside. I had gone to bed knowing that the Pacific Northwest was going to get bounded by yet another winter storm but I just wasn’t sure what to make of the racket outside. I’m conflicted by wind; the sailor in me loves to hear it, the kayaker is somewhat distrustful.
Walking downstairs to my office steaming cup in hand, I checked my weather station and found that we had already had a gust of 31 knots just at daybreak. Checking the NOAA forecast I saw that we’re actually going to get two fronts come through back to back. Hopefully I can find some time to play in the weather over the next day.
The wind howling outside reminded me that last weekend Theresa and I had headed out to the coast to see the large 22′ waves battering the coast. On the way we stopped in at Westport, a small fishing community nestled at the bar of Grays Harbor.
It’s hard to describe the power in the waves as they hit the jetties bordering main street. It was something you felt more then heard. We had arrived at high tide and downtown was flooded. The residents are somewhat use to this as the town is only a few feet above sea level but it’s still a bit disconcerting to see businesses with hoses and sand bags.
Theresa took photos while I ran the camcorder. Unfortunately I, rather stupidly, delete the footage of the card before making sure I had captured it to my system.
Well, good excuse to get back down there.