Yea Yea I know the country song says something about Mud.. not water but around these parts you have to go through the water to get to... oh yea.. the water. (ok ok I secretly wanted to go diggin but I was hearing enough flack cause I got a bit of water on my tires as it was... did I mention they were MY TIRES.. they are my tires and I will get them wet if I want to)
Last paragraph brought to you by the letter I.. I is for Ida who brought a bit more Insanity to my already wine riddled mind. I do know that by the time Ida got here she wasn't really Ida anymore but it is sort of like the demons on horror moves that always have one last HORRA! after they have already been blown to smitherens or turned to dust something you only see in a shadowy type form but hear the menacing laughter just the same.. that is what the Nor Easter was.. Ida in dust form getting in that one last HORRA! and quite a few meanacing laughters afterward. What did I say about insanity??
After the storm had reached in and grabbed a hold of this little community like "The Claw" from some silly Jim Carey movie and shook us around like a rag doll for the better part of three days I made it out of the nut house to take some pictures, I took these down and New Point Beach.. (thank you Mister Rolls Royce Owner for letting me park in your drive way without calling the Police).
"The Claw" of the Storm
It did not take me long after walking over the dune that was no longer there to realize that the dynamic of one of my favorite places on earth had changed considerably. Even though the wave in this shot is gorgeous the Place of this wave was all wrong. They didnt' belong at this particular section of the beach where water once lapped up lazily.
The Surf
As I continued on my journey I got to the spot where the diving board was (insert needle running across a 45) What?? Wait!!! A DIVING BOARD ON THE BEACH.. yea that makes no sense.. but I am here to show you there was.
The Diving Board
Right into the sand no doubt.. ouch... oh wait.. look up ahead ... way way up ahead like a quarter a mile up ahead.. this may explain things ..that is not ... well was not .. a diving board it was the walk way to a cute little deck!
The Deck
I advised the owner of the deck that he should just leave it there and open up a cute little beer and wine stand. He did not like my idea and promptly proceeded to stop talking to me. I thought that was quite rude but whatever..
The next thing I noticed as I continued on down the beach was that the end.. the nasty marshy end where you had to wear tennis shoes to get across or obtain a considerable amount of holes in your feet with the bamboo shoots growing out of the marsh (it isn't really bamboo I don't think but it will seriously go right through your foot) well it was gone. absolutely GONE. There is just sand there now (feet were yelling Yippie.. I wasn't so thrilled)
The No Marsh
I guess you are wondering why I wasn't thrilled, well I will tell ya remember me telling you about the dynamic of the beach changing up there with the wave. Changing Beach is never a good thing unless you happen to have the money to have dump trucks bring in sand from the other side of the world where our sand ended up and it has to be SPECIAL sand because we have some of the most beatiful sand that there ever was!
Anyway I carried on and I saw this Ghost Pot just sitting there waiting on someone to do something with it so I did what I do best I grabbed my camera snapped a shot and left it be cause somethings just need to be left be. Like my beach.
Ghost Pot
The storm didn't see things my way and decided that leaving things be was for sissy and maybe sitting down on the beach at noon on a Sunday with no one around and just crying is for sissies too but that is what I did. I remembered that when I was a little girl my daddy used to tell me about how the Light House was only a few feet away from the main land and you could walk across. I remember my grandfather telling stories about how the lighthouse was connected to the main land and you didn't even get your feet wet getting there. (this isn't about the light house people so don't panic it is still standing there) My children will remember spending their summers on "The Island which isn't" and will probably be telling their children "I remember when there was a beach there" This is where I spend my Sunday's with a great group of friends and family, people who get me, people who give me that few hours of sanity back that I will need to get through the next week.. but now I as I sat there yesterday I wondered how many more storms can this place stand..
Dad... what can I say..
Mel Moo.. I wish there had been more time, more laughs, more late nights, but there aren't so I will cherish all that we did have. Ann Re
Pansy Boy.. you are still making me cry after all these years. There just never was a box big enough was there?
ugly hand made smock with the big wooden button. I am glad you are gone.
