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October 21, 1982 - A Wind Along the SoundPage 6A TO Ouffolk Irimto October21,1982 SAND - BLASTED CEDAR - -This tree, like any other object in the path of blowing wind and blown sand, has been stripped of its foliage on one side. You can see this demonstrated all along our North Shore by the howling winds off the Sound. Photo by Paul Stoutenburgh Harvard Shcws 10% OFF NIKE!) Thursday, Friday & Saturday October 21,22 & 23rd. { o TIE ONE ON, Unlike shoes, you can't buy new feet when they w ar " out. That's why NIKE makes shoes for individuals.F' Shoes for the road, the trails and models for both For feet that are flat or arched, ridgid or flexible t y i Whether you churn out 125 miles a week or run a \ good ten... So tie one on. And avoid a run-in with your feet. H/ COLONIAL CORNERS, Main Road, Southold 765 -2055 OPEN: Monday - Saturday sm 10:OOAM - 5:30PM 3 /5" thick closed box frame . wool pile weatherstripping. 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We had just finished dinner and I was settled back in my favorite chair for a bit of relaxing; fishing just didn't seem to fit into my plans. Yet there's always a chance of getting that big one. And besides, it's been a long time since I gave the old surf pole a try -- sure I'd go. Somehow I had a feeling it might be cold up at the Sound, so I bundled up with sweater and jacket and low boots. On my way out to the car, the sky was overcast with what seemed a slight northwest wind rustling in the treetops. This could mean a good wind up along the Sound, but the commitment was made so off we headed. Youth has an enthusiasm that conquers all doubts. By the time we reached the beach, my son had almost convinced me that the stripers were just waiting for us to toss them the bait. All this changed though as the headlights illuminated a wild and churning surf. How could there be such a change in the gentle breeze in the tree tops to what seemed like a treacherous stormy sea? We got out the gear and walked along the beach to the east. The waves seemed as though they were bent on reaching us, for every once in a while a long tongue of white foam raced up the beach at us making us retreat to higher ground. Really this was silly and we both knew it, but like true fishermen we weren't about to admit it to each other. The fish were supposed to be biting on worms and a special new kind of floating hook was to be used. It was to this we attempted to attach the squirming worms - in the dark. Then through the howling gale, we cast out into the darkness. It seemed every wave in the Sound was honing in on the very spot we had chosen to fish from. It was unbelievable; the crashing surf at our feet, the backwash of rolling stones as the surf retreated was deafening. We had to shout to each other. Connecticut a Glow Across the Sound there were mere glows where Connecticut was supposed to be. Everywhere else was blurred white rolling waves. By this time, Roger had started a fire among the rocks to cheer us up and it was going fine until one of those great tongues of the sea rolled up between the rocks and promptly put us in darkness again. The tide was moving up. That was too much for both of us and, so without actually saying it we gave up. As we picked our way along the driftwood and boulder- strewn shore, we wondered what had gotten us out in all this nightmarish confusion. The waves were now reaching the very edge of the great cliffs that run along most of the North Shore. One had drenched me up to my knees. Was it the previous days of northeast winds that had stirred the sea and tide so? We got back to the car and felt a bit of security inside away from the tempest. I thought to myself I'd have to return tomorrow to see just what this turmoil had done to the shore in the light of day, for right now the piercing headlights of the car, as we swung about, reflected an image of crashing seas, and windblown spume. Sure enough, the next morning my wife and I retraced the steps. Summer's activities and remains had all vanished. Our beach was cleared of every trace of man except for the windrow of debris at the extreme edge of high tide mark. Here was a jungle of everything from plastic bottles to forgotten shoes, parts of boats, and, of course, the most delightful collection of driftwood one could imagine. Every once in a while old trees, and heavy timbers were seen strewn along the shoreline. Flowers Gone High above the reach of the sea was the already brown and beaten seaside goldenrod. The tufts of dune grass were the most hardy plants seen. Everything was past or on the way out. Sea rocket was merely a collection of seed pods. Long gone were the green, fleshy leaves that I so often had tasted on hikes along the beach. I can still remember the surge of spicy scented mustard that penetrates the senses. The clumps of sea beach sandwort that looked so robust during the summer now looked as if some great giant had stepped on them and flattened them out. I caught a glimpse of the wild beach pea. Its purple flower was only a memory. Its seed pods were lost. Trying to make a showing were a few tattered clumps of dusty miller, their soft, grey -green elegance also had passed. These and other seaside plants were beaten by the changing winds of summer to winter. From now on, the majority of chilly blasts will be directed at our north shore. Here the true punishment will be dealt out by winter. Combining the howling vengeance with the spray of the sea and the sand of the beach, you have a force that cuts away anything from plants to stone. Often I've picked up a bottle that has been in one place for a number of days when the wind blows its sand from the beach. The section facing the wind is completely sand blasted, while the lee side of the bottle remains clear. This sand blasting also takes the bark off any tree that stands in its way. We had seen and heard the great Sound in its fury that night when we went fishing. The next day we were to see the last of the plants along the shore. Even with the sun out, the chilled wind still churned the sea as if to warn us of the coming winter. Our only course was to fight back, so on the way to the car my wife and I loaded our arms with silver bleached driftwood. Perhaps its warmth will help do its part to ward off the chill of winter ahead and we will try fishing another day under more tranquil conditions. PAULSTOUTENBURGH Brown Mighty higher STAMEN • WADING RIVER - 929 -8200 Sound Ave. (Route 25A) STAMEN BUILDING MATERIALS CORP. * NESCONSET - 265 -8888. v� 892 Jericho Tpke.