Farewell to the Bahamas

Not exactly the view from my window, but the pounding surf outside the room. The wind kicked up last night and howled through the windows and doors of the hotel. Big storms rolling north -- hey, just in time to fly into them.

Back in Fayetteville, the radar has that distinctive soft feathered look of snow. As we leave Our Lucaya, 25 mph winds gusting the tropical storm level.