Wind delay

            The down side of island homes is that you can’t always get there. Wind gusts up to 40 mph deterred our ferry captains from landing at Sutton Island yesterday, especially since the winds were coming from the southwest, blowing straight at the town dock where we need to land.
            Even when it gets in our way, there’s something about being beholden to the tides and the winds that makes me feel exhilarated, more connected to the Earth that I live on. To be fair, even my Bangor university closed yesterday because of power outages from the winds. This was an impressive force, even for us inlanders.
            Our window of time to winterize three houses on the island has now shrunk to 36 hours. Instead of four of us, there will be three. The dogs were kenneled before we knew there was no boat, so we slept in an lonely, dogless house last night. Instead of a live view of Sutton, we had to settle for the painted tiles on the kitchen wall.
             
My 60th year in 60,000 words
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