It's not unusual, but I have been more aware this winter of the changing nature of the ocean. Several days this month the surf has been so calm it seemed more like the sound -- small gentle waves lapping the beach, with hardly a sound.
Last week Amy, Lachlan, and I took an afternoon stroll around the Hammock Hills Nature Trail. As we started our walk we all noticed how loud the ocean was. Even walking down the path, on the other side of the dunes and in the woods, we could hear the roar of the Atlantic. It was as if a chained beast was howling to be set free. As irrational as it was, we even felt safer on ridges and hills! After our walk we wandered across the highway and over to the beach. Surprisingly, the waves were only moderate. But the atmosphere was thick and heavy. Maybe that (and the wind direction) contributed to the unusual roar.
Yesterday the surf was rough, but not very loud. A few surfers were out enjoying the rides. We just walked for a while, then settled down on a large log to soak up some sun.
In our latest Ocracoke Newsletter I share information about our many local cemeteries, with examples of some of our more interesting epitaphs. You can read it here.
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