Last night Kenzie Green and I walked on the boardwalk all the way down to the beach. It had been stormy all day, but was nice and refreshing last night. Windy, though. We didn't even get to the pier because waves were crashing onto it, making it treacherous as ever. The lake itself looked rather fierce. Crowds of people were gathered at the beginning of the pier as well as down on the beach, watching people (the dumb ones) surfing, swimming, and getting rescued. Duh. We stayed and watched for a while, almost getting washed away ourselves once or twice. Eventually, four police officers showed up, as well as some park rangers. Oh, and there was a news guy down there, too. We didn't see tons happening actually - no one was running around frantically, talking in hurried anxious tones on walkie-talkies - but it was exciting nevertheless. The sky was also a sight to behold, by the way. Off in the distance we saw sheets of rain that, at first, appeared to be water spouts. On the north side of the pier, the sunset looked as lovely as ever, all pink and orange and glowing. Clouds heading east were heavy and menacing, and we did get a few rain drops on our faces. As we walked back a bit later, I realized that while we were down at the beach I had only been able to hear the wind, the waves, and words spoken directly into my ear. God's creation can be noisy! It would have been a perfect night for a dozen great pictures, but I, of course, did not have my camera. Doh! You will just have to close your eyes now and try to imagine the power of the wind and water, hear the waves crashing and the wind whistling, and feel the cold rain and stinging sand on your face. What an adventure!
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