Yesterday the surf was up. We could hear it crashing over on McNab’s as soon as we opened the door. Lorraine had commented on it earlier when she saw the waves breaking across the harbour and out on Thrumcap Shoal, and it had been building on Sunday, but you didn’t realize the full extent of it until you went outside and listened. The roar was distant but constant.
From what I can tell from the weather maps the large swells were comng from a disturbance offshore, probably the one that dumped huge amounts of rain on New York City. It looked like an intense low, and our easterly wind (usually a storm wind) was just a fresh and strong flow from that system. So we had a good day, sun shining, wind blowing, surf crashing, and not too cold (though it was one of those five degrees cooler along the coast forecasts).
Lorraine and I decided to head to Sailor’s Point, the lookoff at Herring Cove, to walk to the cairn and clear our heads after too much time indoors and inside our computers.
I have to admit to a love for the moment when these big rollers finally meet the granite headlands and rocky shores.
Standing next to the edge does clear the head.
There’s the small spruce, the scatter of juniper with its grey berries, and the rusty ground cover in small pockets of the grey bedrock.
And I am constantly amazed at the bright whiteness of the water when the waves crash and the spray flies into the air.
There is nothing like it.
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