Thursday, November 10, 2005

Al Roker, eat your heart out.

Why do I look like a meteorologist during hurricane season?

Yesterday we had some mighty powerful winds zipping down at us from Canada, topping out around 50 mph in the area (although I heard they hit a max of 47 mph around Ashland) curiosity led me down to the marina to see "how windy it was." It was, in fact, very windy. Windy enough to make walking forward a little difficult, windy enough to send big ol' badass waves up over the breakwater, windy enough to possibly blow a sailboat out of its winter drydocking stands. (See below.)

But, not windy enough to necessitate me having a cameraperson moor me down by hanging onto my legs.

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