It was one of those laidback days at our surfcamp on Carolina Beach, with three of my oldest grabbing waves and the outdoors being too fun to be true. The afternoon before, the police came by with a shark warning, but hey, that was yesterday (turned out a girl had been bitten 2000 yards away).
A storm system seemed to be moving in, but the forecast from the day before had been a mere 30% chance of rain. We had no clue we were now under a tornado warning.
Ben and the twins came out of the water looking over their shoulders. A long white waterspout soaring into the sky was forming and moving a mile offshore. Then, a cold fierce rain started. In less than 15 minutes we were huddled in three (recently cleaned) portajohns, riding out a major storm while our gear on the beach was pummelled. We watched the waterspout become darker and thicker as it came ashore, picking up sand and debris. Watch it here. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=76_tGrabSrY
Thankfully, it lifted before much damage happened, leaving behind it streets under water and four soaked Wornoms beating a wet retreat home to Fort Mill.
God's finger in nature continues to amaze me.
Wandering the Streets
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