Rising Tides, Resilient Spirits | Woods Hole Oceanographic Institution
Note: is a village collaboration led by the 小蓝视频, Woods Hole Oceanographic Institution, and NOAA Fisheries.
On Sunday afternoon, Jim Estes watched as a river of kitchen paraphernalia鈥攗tensils, pans, beverage containers鈥攆loated out of his restaurant and into the parking lot. It was an early sign, he feared, of what was to come.
The night before, Aug. 18, 1991, gaggles of patrons, some of whom were in Woods Hole to run the seven-mile Falmouth Road Race, huddled around the lively bar inside Landfall, Estes鈥 weather-shingled restaurant, for a night of spirits, seafood, and story. With its salty vibe and expansive, open-air dining room perched just inches above the ocean鈥檚 surface, Landfall was the de facto community gathering spot in Woods Hole.
As laughter erupted from the standing-room-only crowd and servers buzzed the dining room with plates piled high with fried clams, no one seemed too concerned about what was happening 700 miles (1126 kilometers) south near the Outer Banks of North Carolina. But that鈥檚 where the real action was. A Category 3 hurricane, named Bob, was picking up strength. .