Folly Field Notes

By Capt. Weatherly   Every August, the salt marsh announces the coming of Fall. I have a little flash of excitement combined with sadness when I see the first one: a blade of Spartina grass soaring proudly above the rest. It’s my signal that the long, lazy days of summer are slipping away. Our salt…

Summer storms showcase the beauty and power of nature By Capt. Weatherly Picture yourself relaxing on the beach on a picture-perfect summer day.  Blue skies, wispy clouds, gentle waves, birds calling, and children running along the sand. An unexpected rumble rolls past. You’ve just finished a snack, so it can’t be your stomach.  You turn…

By Capt. Weatherly One of my earliest surfing memories is floating in the water with my two best friends, one girl’s dad, and all his surfer friends. We were around 12 years old and even then I knew surfing was powerful – a connection to both the ocean and your friends. Over the years Mr….