Wind & Waves Part 2. The Aftermath

Wow.  That wind was scary!  The fury of the shivering air was....  just, Wow.  I have never been in a gale force wind before.  It felt both amazingly wonderful and terrifyingly evil. An angry wind, a fierce blow with an agenda.  Destroy anything that is not nailed down. I was deafened by the screaming banshees flying and the eventual thunder and lightning which presented the epitome of a true storm.   This is San Diego County folks, we don't usually get real seasonal weather.  A typical storm here is a wispy spitting of light rain and enough wind to fly a kite or cruise comfortably in your sailboat. 

Speaking of sailboats, Boyd went to the harbor this morning to re-check our boat.  He had made some adjustments yesterday - and good thing he did!  The boats in the harbor got hit hard.  He and a few others went around trying to help out many boat owners who were damaged.  Shredded sails and biminis, missing parts and pieces ... found floating far away from their boats.  San Diego boat owners don't think about the things a Maine sailor would.

Here at home many of the outbuildings were damaged and the horses were totally freaked out!  It looks like the old man - Lil Fella might be sick.  He is upset, and has foundered many times already in his 29 years.  Chapo got hit on the head by a flying roof of the hay barn. Just a small wound on this tough stallion. Broken branches from the towering eucalyptus trees crossed the trail on the perimeter of the property;  fortunately missing buildings and fences, humans and animals.  

The air today was beautiful.  Clean and crisp with white puffy clouds.