A Foggy Day on the Boardwalk

Went to lunch in early September with one of my dearest high school friends, and we decided to take a post-lunch stroll on the Boardwalk in Sandwich.  Now that the summer season is over, we don't have to pay to park there anymore.  

Looking towards the beach.  I remember riding my bike over it many times with my friends, and it was always kind of a hairy ride because of the lack of handrails.  I was always afraid I'd end up in the marshes.  You aren't allowed to ride bikes across anymore, you have to walk them.

It was low tide.

Town Neck Beach at the other end.

Looking back towards the parking lot which is buried in thick fog.

Mill Creek at low tide.

Heron

A very popular activity is called The Float, where people take their rafts and float through the marshes, out to the Bay, on the outgoing tide.  I haven't done it but I know a ton of people who do.

My parents' board.  When the Boardwalk is rebuilt, they sell individual planks to help fund the cost.  I had one when it was rebuilt in 1991, but it has since been built again.  The cost in 1991 was $10; the cost most recently was $75 and I was too cheap to pay it.

"Under the Boardwalk"

Ground Score

When I'm out and about "oot and aboot" taking a walk, my eyes are always scanning the ground, looking for a good 'ground score'.  That can be anything from a cool rock to something that someone's lost (of course if it's something valuable I will try to find the owner).  I'm especially looking for arrowheads but I have not been successful in finding them, except for 2 I found on my parents' property in the 1970's.  Never really found anything good at Dead shows either, surprisingly.  

Since moving back here, however, I have had really decent luck with the ground score (beach comb treasures not included)!  This is what I've found so far this summer:  A license plate, toy truck, silver ankle bracelet, a blue glass thing and a golf ball.  I have been waffling on weather I should turn the plate over to the DMV, because it's going to be a major hassle (and expense) for the owner to get it replaced....but my desire to add to my license plate collection has kept me from doing the honorable thing, b/c I don't have any trailer plates....

I have zero idea what this glass thing is.  It's not a bead because it's not drilled.  It's shaped like a guitar pick and about the same size, but it's thicker.  It's opaque on this side.

And the other side of it is chipped to reveal clear glass under the opaque blue.

I found this cute little Ford truck on the beach at Buttermilk Bay.  I love the celestial fleur de lys design on the hood.

I'll be keeping my eyes peeled for more treasure!!

Old and In the Way

My dear friend and fellow blogger, Daisy Deadhead, posted this tshirt pic on Facebook.   I was glad I wasn't drinking any beverage at the time or else my computer would have been sprayed with it when I saw this. The actual lyrics are "What in the world ever became of sweet Jane?  She lost her sparkle you know she isn't the same. Livin' on Reds, Vitamin C and Cocaine, all a friend can say is ain't it a shame".  If there is one Grateful Dead song that everyone seems to know the best, it's "Truckin'".  It was recorded in the fall of 1970, when the band was still in their 20's.  And now we see a new lyric, tailor made for us old hippie Deadheads.

Beachcombing

I admit that the beach combing is better on this side of the country, simply because we have so many different coloured stones.  Beach glass (others call it sea glass) is getting harder and harder to find.  I only found one tiny piece of green on this trip, but I did bring home some cool rocks and shells.

The stones are also more impressive looking when they are wet.

They come in all different colours and sizes too.  Even the grains of sand are pretty.

Shells and crab bits in the seaweed.

Lots of clam shells in all sizes

Some rocks are even heart shaped.

The hole in the clam shell is where a seagull or other bird pecked through.

Teeny tiny and very fragile clam shell that was still connected at the 'hinge'.

I really liked that holey rock so I took it with me.  So much quartz too!

Mussel shell.

Doesn't this cloud look like the head and neck of a unicorn?

Scusset Beach

One day late in August, I awoke to a cool, dry day and immediately made plans to drive over to Scusset Beach, on the Cape Cod Bay side of Bourne, to do some shooting and beach combing.  Scusset now holds a very special place in my heart because that's where my sweetie and I spent a magical afternoon, on his birthday back in March.    

I timed my visit according to the tide table, so that I'd arrive as the sand bars were coming up.  

Looking at the bluffs at Sagamore Beach

Fog horn and light at the end of the Canal break water.

Buoys just outside the Canal

High tide line.  Didn't see much in the way of plastic bits, like I've seen all over the Pacific Northwest beaches.

A sand bar is born

There is always a very rocky barrier between the beach and the sand bar.  You learn to pick your way very carefully through this somewhat painful minefield to get to the soft sand and warm water.

It was fun to splash around in the warm, shallow water.  It's been years since I've done that.

Sea weed that looks like mermaid's hair.

Seagull tracks

Because I love my boyfriend and because I never got a chance to do this in high school.