|Pulled up in the truck and jumped out! Wind out of the NW, blowing hard, squalls coming off the lake.|
|The clouds were hanging so low and heavy.|
|At one time there was a spit of land going out into the water.|
|The waves come in from both sides, crisscrossing the sand bar.|
|So fierce, so wild, takes my breath away!|
|The contrast of light and dark, sky and water, trees and beach.|
|Ran all the way back to the truck, just in time, to avoid the squall that came through!|
I feel all aired out!