So Long To The Point Until September … Seals, Twisters, Sunglasses, and Sites

“I have sand in my ears!!”
“What?!?!”
“I have *&^#%@& sand in my ears and other places!”
“Whaaaatt!?!? I can’t hear you!”
The truck door closes hard, possibly from the wind. But most likely Laura has had enough of the point, for a hot minute anyway.
It is blowing twenty five plus sustained, with heavier gusts. The sand is three feet off the ground on occasion. Stripping away our resolve to stay for the sunset. It is 3:30 PM we have only been here for thirty minutes. Andrew and Laura are wearing the cool kids sunglasses. I am wearing my new fishing hat.
There is sand blowing into everything.

We always check out the point in Cape Henlopen State Park for the last day of the season, to say goodbye. For some reason just about every year the weather is rough. One year there were pancake icebergs stacked up ten feet high along the surf’s edge. Today the wind is howling, the sand is blowing, and we are just watching the sites trying to get a little reprieve from the wind.
Andrew … “Pull up two more feet maybe we can block some of the wind.”
A hopeless task, but we try anyway. Lines are rigged and thrown out, holding bottom with a four ounce claw weight amazingly enough. The water is super choppy, but the wind won’t effect the lines, and we don’t expect fish anyway. A seal pops up in the surf.
“There is a seal!”
“What?!?!”
“There is a seal right there in the wash!” … Laura is near the surf
“What!!??” Now I’m just messing with her, I get the bird.
I have sand in my ears.

There is a seal popping up in front of us and does for a couple of hours throughout our visit. I try to take pictures between small fast waves. I was hoping to see one out here for the last day.
We enjoy the rest of the known, familiar point “sites”. The Cape May Lewes Ferry rolls by, the Pilot boat makes a drop and runs back in against the wind. The Harbor of Refuge Lighthouse is lit up by the sun off and on into the evening. Birds are diving for bait or waiting on us for leftovers. The sand is blowing across the wet sand in cool patterns. We are surf fishing. If it weren’t for the wind, it would be a glorious day on the point for the last day of the season. A small twister pops up on the water, across the bay near the Roosevelt Inlet, I hope I got the picture.
I have sand in my ears.

We have the beach and the point to ourselves for a few hours. An occasional vehicle rolls by to the bay side and then leaves. The rangers stop by at one point to chat. “We ticketed a non-actively fishing and no surf tag today. It has been quiet otherwise. Aside from the three hundred plus people about to walk out for a sunset hike.”
Well dang it! So much for peace and tranquility in our favorite spot. The hikers don’t last long, the wind is brutal, we have our trucks for protection and sanctuary. We are also wearing a ton of Helly Hansen gear, made for these very conditions.
I have more sand in my ears.

The sun starts to set, we pack up, and head to the bayside of the point for the final sunset of the season. We were fishing on the point, in front of the Harbor of Refuge Lighthouse. Now we are facing towards the Roosevelt Inlet where the sun makes its decent. The wind is even worse here, in our faces, but now we are near the surf. The wind is ripping across the harbor of safe refuge, pushing the waves, blowing water droplets everywhere. The sun drops, and we say good bye to the point for the season. So long and see you after the summer in September.
I have water in my ears.

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