Windy Walk

Hello,

 

Yesterday, Leroy and I took a walk in the late morning because we had learned that the temperatures were to be seriously dropping. At that moment it was a cool 52 degrees F., but fine for walking. The wind was blowing quite strongly so we made the first part of the walk in the most open place with the winds at our back since we did not want to face that on the homeward trek. We did meet four other walkers who also might have wanted to beat the cold. We met one hardy bicyclist. I figured it would take a lot of strength to work against that wind. As Leroy commented, “It would be a bit scary to have it from the side.”

 

When I held my arms out with a particularly strong gust, it blew me along. Since the storm last summer, we have much greater respect for the wind and what it can do.

 

When we got to the park Leroy stated, “It is good that the trees and branches have almost all been cleared from here.”

 

“Yes, if they were still here we would not walk in this area because of fear of a tree or branch hitting us.”

 

We understand the need to clear them out, but it is still a bit painful to look across the park and see so much open space.

 

By the time we got home the temperature had dropped about three degrees. It kept dropping all night. When we started our walk it was that balmy 52 degrees F. and this morning when we walked just a shorter distance it was 8 degrees F. In the morning we were bundled with long underwear, hats and good mittens.

 

Paula