Of wind and cake

The winds blew hard today, hard enough to change the contours of the dunes that separate our house from the beach. A few of us went for a two-mile walk along the beach during the windiest part of the afternoon, and it was work. We had the wind at our backs for the first half, but we were trudging into it as the rising tide covered much of the available beach on the return. Spray and sand coated my sunglasses so the world was a gauzy, indistinct vision in front of me. Birds fought the winds and frequently failed, their bodies moving sideways as the air swept them along.

How nice it is to have such easy problems as a hard walk on a gorgeous day at the beach.

Our attack on Mt. Bobcake continues, and we are gaining ground. Opinions in the house are mixed as to whether we will eat all of it before we must depart Saturday morning, with one camp convinced it will be no problem, and the other skeptical at best.

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I am in the latter camp, but I am rooting for the former.