Thursday, September 14
This was one of the last shots I took on Chincoteague Island a few weeks ago. We were leaving the next day, but already we could see the big storm a-brewing. Hurricane Ernesto hit about 24 hours later, and quite a wild time was had by all the friends and relations who stayed behind. Instead of feeling glad we had avoided it, Paul and I both felt that we had missed out on a fun bonding experience. Strange, huh? I hope this little shack survived the pounding.