WEATHER

Old Trunk lives with a weather wannabee. He should have been a meteorologist, he is tuned in. On a perfectly lovely day on the lake, he will say we are going in, meaning, getting off the lake. I trust him, it is generally weather related.

Although he doesn't keep a record of directions of the wind, temperatures, cloud formations, and the weather that accompanies them, he can, by looking at the NOAA maps, predict the weather.

He doesn't talk about 'weather wisdoms'. My favorite is red sky at night, sailors delight, red sky in the morning, sailors take warning. Or, for fishing:

West, bite the best
East, bite the least
South, blow in your mouth
North, no fisherman goes forth

He understand the difference in lengths of shadows and can tell by old photographs the time of day the picture was taken, although he doesn't even know the people.

He takes pictures of clouds, because, he says, they are beautiful, (and they are). And, of course, he knows what every type of cloud formation there are and know what they stand for. Are you thinking mare's tails? Are you trying to think of what all of them are called? Me too!

He understands the air masses and how they move.

He can tell how hard the wind is blowing by looking at the grass blowing and smoke trailing upwards. I should look up the Beaufort Scale and see if I can understand it.

Me? I can tell the way the wind is blowing when I see a flag THEN look at the compass in the truck!

It is nice to have a weatherman.

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