March winds came early to our area this year. The body of water by our home is The Pagan River. Last Friday, it was an angry little river.
Since The Pagan is somewhat protected, it’s normally relatively calm. Like this.
Not last Friday.
The boats at the marina in front of our house rocked with the rhythm of the waves. When it’s this windy, the clang of the lines on the sailboat masts is an almost constant sound.
Remember this photo from one of last week’s posts?
This is the exact same spot during Friday’s heavy winds.
It isn’t often we have seaspray on the shores of the Pagan.