EASTHAM — The Outer Cape prepared for the worst as Hurricane Lee made its way up the Atlantic late last week. But on Saturday, we saw little of the storm’s anticipated wrath.
Brooklyn, N.Y. residents Arden Ivens-Anderson and Lily Bernicker, who were visiting Ivens-Anderson’s parents in Eastham, briefly braved the wind. They stood on the beach, hair and clothes tousled by the gusts, before quickly retreating. “We thought we’d get away for the weekend,” Bernicker said with a laugh.
Down at the marsh, kite surfers glided over the water. Harnessing the power of the wind, they danced and flew into the sky. “This morning I jumped 45 feet; my record is 49,” said Mike Kozub from Mashpee, who drove down earlier that morning to meet up with other kite surfers.
It’s silent up in the air, he said. “The winds are loud on the water, then everything goes silent –– you feel kind of weightless,” he said.
By noon, with the winds having relented somewhat, more brave souls emerged from their cars. The hurricane beachgoers were in a playful mood, knowing the worst of the storm had passed, and studied the waves and surfers with the enthusiasm of children freed from school on a snow day.
