Gulf Shores, Alabama, on Bon Secour Bay – We had an “anomalous cold front” come through last night, so the weather-guessers say. In mid-October, they report 17 tornados and a bunch of wind damage in the Southeast. That’s definitely anomalous.
Here we had no excitement other than five billion acorns blowing on our roof half the night.
We’re about five miles west of downtown Gulf Shores on Bon Secour Bay; I can see Mobile Bay channel markers in the distance and we’re watching tows on the ICW. I guess because of those years on Apalachee Bay 100 miles to the east I feel right at home.
Which brings us to our topic. When a front comes through the wind blows. The title of this post is aptly descriptive. I’ve learned another descriptive phrase from somewhere or other that doesn’t really make any sense, but it’s “Blowin’ like seven barrels of whale shit!”
It does succintly get the point across.