“We pay close attention to the weather out here,” I said in my last post. It would have been difficult to ignore the weather last night because the wind intensified, and in this south-facing condo on the beach a north wind howls through the cracks under the front door. Martha says it sounds like a teakettle on a hot burner, and during the night she got up and stuffed a towel against the door. This morning, the wind chill was 10 degrees. I had thought yesterday that if it was not sleeting or snowing I might go for a walk on the beach this morning. But that thought blew away this morning, out over the ocean, like my cap would have had I ventured out onto the dune-top deck, let alone the beach. White waves are churning wildly out there, and I wonder where that colony of seagulls I saw the day before yesterday is sheltering.
Last year, it snowed out here, four or five inches at least. But it looks like Carteret County may be the only part of North Carolina to escape the ice storm that is slowly approaching.
Our friends back home will not fare as well, I am afraid. Predictions there are for somewhere between “destructive” and “crippling” ice. It only takes a quarter of an inch of ice to take down power lines, and Highlands could receive more than half an inch. I am glad that we are here, despite the howling wind in the background (partially muffled by a towel) as I post this blog. And I hope our friends and neighbors will come through what looks like the worst ice storm in years.
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