I don’t usually get excited about snow but this storm was something else. Mother Nature thought enough of Downeast Maine to drop a foot or more of snow just in time for Christmas.
But it wasn’t the amount of snow that has me sitting at my computer this morning, it was the wind. Granted, Eastport sits seven miles off the mainland and bitter winds are the hardest part of winter here.
But never in my life have I felt the force of the wind so strongly inside my house.
This kind of wind doesn’t howl; it shrieks down streets and through alley ways. The windows were shaking and rattling and I was in fear for my roof. The bed was literally shaking (and at times I was shaking too!)
The waves, according to the weather reports, were 21 feet and I couldn’t doubt it as I stood in awe and watched the water in my toilet suck in and out of the bowl and thought, “this can’t be normal”.
I’m not sure how many people would actually admit to staring into their toilet bowl, but if you live in Eastport and did take a gander, you know I speak the truth.
When you’re talking that kind of wind, snow drifts are inevitable. The front of my car was buried under a four foot, ice encrusted drift.
My fearless terrier supervised while I dug what felt like a tunnel out my front door then we headed downtown to see how the rest of Eastport was faring after Mother Nature took her frustrations out on us.
I receive a fair number of emails asking what winter is like in Eastport. While this isn’t the norm, this is what you can expect from time to time, just like any other New England town.
So for those of you who have written to ask, has this answered your questions?