Across the world you can find people who love nothing more than to talk about the weather (yes, boring people are everywhere).
For whatever reason (usually a desperate need of social interaction), to some people, nothing is more exciting than speculating on what torment mother nature is brewing up. They love stating obvious (or fictional) observations to anyone unfortunate enough be in their proximity when the urge to talk weather takes over. Yes, we all know the roads become slippery in the rain and that it is cooler in air-conditioned buildings than outside in direct sunlight. Save your breath and your clichés.
Fire Island is no different.
Like everywhere else in the world, people will always try to tell you the forecast, and people will always be incorrect in their predictions. In the past month here I have experienced triple digit heat, hurricane grade winds, severe thunderstorms, torrential downpours and hail – all inaccurately predicted by locals and experts alike (and occasionally all within the same day).
Yesterday, July 1 we had a high of 89ºF, pretty nice day to go to the beach.
That is until six in the afternoon when it began hailing (yes, ice from the sky) for half an hour (no, not part of the forecast); then the sun and schweaty balls returned in full force as if nothing had happened (minus the flooded septic tanks and lingering smell of feces). The amount of excitement to be found here is literally endless.