is always interesting, if nothing else. After a cool, cloudy and breezy Mothers day, topped off with a violent thunderstorm, yesterday looked for all purposes like a hard northeaster except that the wind was out of the southwest. During the night the wind died down a little and shifted to the northwest and then to the north.
I had to deliver some work and call on a couple of clients on Hatteras Island today, and I went to bed thinking that was not going to happen because late yesterday afternoon the road was flooded at several places on the island. When I got up this morning, I called the sheriff's dispatcher and was told that the road was open and passable, so I quickly got ready and took off for Buxton. The wind was blowing hard out of the north, but it was low tide, so there was no water standing on the road to amount to anything. There had been a serious ocean wash-over at the place north of Rodanthe known as the S-curves, but since it was low tide, the water was just in some puddles beside the road. There had also been sound side flooding at Salvo, Avon and Frisco last night, but that was all dried up by this morning.
I finished my business as quickly as I could, and high-tailed it back up the beach to beat the 3:30 pm high tide. I got through OK, but I'll tell you that is one angry ocean out there.
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