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diff --git a/src/md/26_The_Rogue_Wave.md b/src/md/26_The_Rogue_Wave.md deleted file mode 100644 index 9394954..0000000 --- a/src/md/26_The_Rogue_Wave.md +++ /dev/null @@ -1,40 +0,0 @@ ---- -title: The Rogue Wave ---- - -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. |