Wanted to go detecting this morning, but had 2nd thoughts when I woke to the wind wailing outside and a dusting of snow had fallen. I have a very bad habit now, "Detector Nut". Talked myself into going. So my wife and I got to the beach and headed out.
It was still sanded in, looks like the dry sand is being pulled down, a lot. Not surprised we were all alone. The temp was about 22 degrees, that wasn't bad, we've done that before. It was the wind, it was steady at about 25mph and gusting a lot to 35 mph. I check the wind chill chart when we got home, it put the temp to about 1 degree, yea.
My wife brought some of her knitting in-case she wanted to go back to the car. She stuck it out though, what a Trooper
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Well we both only made it 35 minutes. The north west wind was blowing the dry sand down to what should have been wet sand. It was low tide and instead of 100' of wet sand there was only about 10'. The dry sand didn't stop blowing. When ever there was a gust it looked as if we were detecting after a Captain Morgans Party. (Stagger, Stagger, Stagger) Anyone up on the road must have been laughing. Almost went down a couple of times. My scoop kept getting blown into my leg. OK, can't feel my finger tips anymore, time to go. We left with a dime, a penny, and 3 piece of foil.
Got to the car warmed up my finger tips,
(they hurt worse warming them back up) and said to my self "you woisy, go to another beach" 
so off I went, headed a few miles south to a beach that had a little more protection from the north west winds.
Got there and it was much better or I was still numb and it just felt better.
This time she stayed in the car.
After about an hour she came looking for me. She said, "I thought I should check on you in-case you got wet and froze here". 
I hadn't found any rings and I was determined to keep going. So I stayed another 20 minutes and still nothing. She was starting to look a little chilly so I called it a hunt. I'm still a little numb typing this. So the scoop: NO jewelry, $1.08 in clad, 2- half destroyed matchboxes, a game token, a fishing weight, and some of the regular trash foil and tabs.
I Can't Wait To Do It All Over Again.
It was still sanded in, looks like the dry sand is being pulled down, a lot. Not surprised we were all alone. The temp was about 22 degrees, that wasn't bad, we've done that before. It was the wind, it was steady at about 25mph and gusting a lot to 35 mph. I check the wind chill chart when we got home, it put the temp to about 1 degree, yea.
My wife brought some of her knitting in-case she wanted to go back to the car. She stuck it out though, what a Trooper. Well we both only made it 35 minutes. The north west wind was blowing the dry sand down to what should have been wet sand. It was low tide and instead of 100' of wet sand there was only about 10'. The dry sand didn't stop blowing. When ever there was a gust it looked as if we were detecting after a Captain Morgans Party. (Stagger, Stagger, Stagger) Anyone up on the road must have been laughing. Almost went down a couple of times. My scoop kept getting blown into my leg. OK, can't feel my finger tips anymore, time to go. We left with a dime, a penny, and 3 piece of foil. Got to the car warmed up my finger tips,
(they hurt worse warming them back up) and said to my self "you woisy, go to another beach" so off I went, headed a few miles south to a beach that had a little more protection from the north west winds.Got there and it was much better or I was still numb and it just felt better.
This time she stayed in the car. After about an hour she came looking for me. She said, "I thought I should check on you in-case you got wet and froze here". I hadn't found any rings and I was determined to keep going. So I stayed another 20 minutes and still nothing. She was starting to look a little chilly so I called it a hunt. I'm still a little numb typing this. So the scoop: NO jewelry, $1.08 in clad, 2- half destroyed matchboxes, a game token, a fishing weight, and some of the regular trash foil and tabs.I Can't Wait To Do It All Over Again.