The coast was lined with cars owned by surfers, ready to forge out into the cold November air and enter the warm gulf waters.  Blistering winds flowed down the coastline.  The newly planted dunes, growing in size as they collect sand, increasing the strenth of our barrier islands.  The strong onshore winds blowing across the choppy surf.  The thing holding this scene in place was the significant swell igniting on the sand bars.

 

The intense crowding of surfers along the short stretch of beach would make any averge visitor think they were at a surf locale like Hawaii.

 

 

As the afternoon set the water had a glow to it.  The water was a tannic color from the immense amount of nutrients released into the gulf and bright green mangroves releasing pigment from their roots. The wind was blowing the tops off of waves, separating droplets of water and scattering them through the air.  They sparkled in the sunlight.  Carribean culture calls it the golden bath for the sparkling water’s resemblance to golden flakes.

The changing seasons mean changing colors, and the setting sun was no different.  Bright blues above yellows and deep oranges, glimmering across the sparse clouds, set an epic ending to a November 1st day of surf.