We go no windsurfing, much less wavesailing, on eastern LI out of Hurricane Bill. Bill was “le big disappointmente” as people who fake their French (like me) might say. On Sunday I went to the beach at Flying Point with friends to watch some spectacular sets come in, whilst a half dozen lifeguards stood on the beach, ready to drag out the remains of anyone who wanted to take a swim. The beach break was nuts…when the suck and sets lined up perfectly for excavation we had five foot waves breaking in six inches of water.
Now returned to the windless hell of August, I’m awaiting news of the next tropical storm or big H that might liven things up. His name will be Danny (originally this post said Claudette, but I got straightened out by Clyde…thanks Clyde!) followed by Erika, Fred, Grace, Henri (Henri, you breeing thee beeg winds, yes?) and so on. Get the names for the Atlantic Storms of 2009 right here, folks:
Ana, Bill, Claudette, Danny, Erika, Fred, Grace, Henri, Ida, Joaquin, Kate, Larry, Mindy, Nicholas, Odette, Peter, Rose, Sam, Teresa, Victor, Wanda.
(Thank you NOAA for naming the storms!)
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