By the time we were on our way back, the sky was mostly cloudy, and the wind was
picking up, and my light, long sleeved shirt was starting to feel like a bad choice. Georgia caught up with us somewhere on Calvert Beach.
A flight of Ospreys (V22s). The sound they make is very distinctive, a
whop, whop, whop, much slower and deeper than most helicopters.
By the time we were done, the sky was almost totally clouded, and the wind had
picked up substantially; sand was starting to blow around.