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+title: The Rogue Wave
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+
+By Han Ying
+
+It was a sunny day in late summer. Hurricane season was still very
+active. The latest one to come our way had decided to stay out to sea,
+much to our relief. However, it came close enough to the shore to stir
+up some spectacular waves. Our family decided to go to the rocky shores
+at Fort Williams, Maine to watch the great mountains of water crash upon
+the rocks.
+
+We found the perfect place to watch the giant waves come rolling in. It
+was a small outcrop of rocks at the top of a rock cliff that fell
+sharply down to the water's edge about 20 feet below. It was almost as
+if nature had crafted a comfy little lookout post for us to watch her
+annual contest featuring the waves against the rocks. For a good 30
+minutes or so, we enjoyed the impressive power of the mighty waves. The
+collisions of water against stone created thunderous noises that sounded
+like a hundred cannons firing all along the shoreline. The children
+squealed with delight every time a great wall of water smashed against
+the cliff, sending sprays high above our heads and often sprinkling us
+with salty mist.
+
+It was all fun and laughter until Mother Nature decided to get a little
+ornery. Without warning, a rogue wave, larger than any other we had
+seen, slowly rolled toward us. As it lumbered up the shore I could tell
+its crest was higher than usual. I still remember that feeling of dread
+when I realized we had no time to scramble up to higher ground. In
+seconds it was upon us. This time the explosion of water threw much more
+than a little salty mist on top of us. My wife, Lori, and I were a few
+feet higher on the rocks than the children. We managed to avoid getting
+very wet, but the children were drenched and dripping. The shock upon
+our faces slowly gave way to relief when we realized that everyone was
+safe. The rogue wave had not managed to dislodge any of us from our
+rocky perch and drag the hapless victim out to sea. As we sloshed our
+way back to the car for the journey home, our relief evolved into
+laughter once again. Despite a little scare, it was a memorable
+experience that became a part of our family history.