The surf was up after Hanna rolled through, churning the ocean yesterday night. The parking lot at LeCount Hollow filled up fast today, perhaps one of the last truly hot weekend days of the summer. There were surfers everywhere. Sven and I went down to watch, as did many other folks, Wellfleetians and tourists alike. The wet-suited men and women hovered out on the Atlantic, awaiting that perfect wave. When it came, they took a ride. What they were doing looked like a lot of fun. Sven and I watched for a while, then walked down the beach to record evidence of Hanna's passage.
The surf was up after Hanna rolled through, churning the ocean yesterday night. The parking lot at LeCount Hollow filled up fast today, perhaps one of the last truly hot weekend days of the summer. There were surfers everywhere. Sven and I went down to watch, as did many other folks, Wellfleetians and tourists alike. The wet-suited men and women hovered out on the Atlantic, awaiting that perfect wave. When it came, they took a ride. What they were doing looked like a lot of fun. Sven and I watched for a while, then walked down the beach to record evidence of Hanna's passage.
