A couple of the usual rainstorms had passed in front of the Ossipee Mountains—lastly reaching only halfway across Winter Harbor when a bolt of lightning signaled a rather sudden increase in wind.
(I need to secure a sailboat better.
)
Last winter's windfall-tree broke off a couple of supporting neighboring branches—lowering the whole tree another 15 feet. (I need to move a canoe.
).
Trees groaned under the wind's pressure, and the lake
did look angry.
But the worst Winter Harbor's waves
ever looked was in two separate storms, where nothing but white spray could be seen—no waves at all!
