Driving to the beach yesterday, the wind was so strong strong I saw a tree blow over and bounce off the guardrail. As I passed through Maryland,the radio advertised the lottery, reminding me that I had about the same chance of scoring anything surfable. I was shooting for a two-hour window where it looked as if the winds would blow directly offshore, as a storm retreated northwards. Even then, there was no guarantee the frigid Atlantic would welcome me.
I hit the jackpot. Arriving on the Delaware coast around 5 pm, the wind was still howling, but it was blowing straight into the face of the oncoming storm chop. What had been a washing machine was turning into a skate park, with waves ramping up in neat rows. Only one other guy out; we traded rides until it was too dark to see.
I think I'll buy a lottery ticket on the way home.
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