With the spotty conditions we've had all summer, we've all been busting at the seams to jump on any spike of wind that comes our way. I am no different, and I reckon I am one of the ones experiencing the most seizures and convulsions from the disappearance of el viento.
It blew all night something fierce at Sandbanks. Upwards of 35kts. I think by buddy Max was there with his son - I hope they were well tucked in the dunes with their tent last night, since it is liable to have been ripped out from underneath them.
The wind came out of no where, I don't think anyone really knew it was coming - we've all abandoned our regular checks of the forecast.
Sure enough, the keener could have been out here in Kingston first thing in the a.m. to score a bit of a session out at Everitt Pt.
But alas, the timing was not right, and the chronicles of being a Dad continue. Jalen has been under the weather and sleeping horribly, putting untold sleep deprivation on his mother. So, when Bradley woke up at 6:45 this morning, I spent a bit of time with him so Mommy could catch a few more zzz's with Jalen.
I must say, spending some quality time one on one time with Bradley... the trees ruffling outside... didn't even phase me. I wonder if I would say the same thing if it was Saturday afternoon on a mid-summer day. Well... that might be a stretch.
What an awesome little family I've got. I feel extremely lucky.
On a less fortunate note, we had to cancel our cottage trip this long weekend cuz the boys aren't feeling to hot. Well, there's always next weekend! We'll be hitting the canoe for 2 nights at Big Gull Lake. Stoked for that!