Late August, 2006
It is amazing how something so simple can be so beautiful.
The view from my beach chair, noticed while taking a break from readng a book.
My husband flew kites with our boys. My younger son is on the left. I usually don't share photos of my children, but this one sure protects his identity well!
This is the bay side of the Cape, and at low tide you can walk out for what seems like a mile. Many low sandbars are in these waters. When the tide comes in, the waterline is where the seaweed on the beach is laying.
The water is so shallow, and families usually walk with critter-collecting equipment. Children collect hermit crabs, crabs, moon snails, and attempt to catch tiny fish. More children do that at this beach than the typical sand play up on the beach.
Childless adults walk empty handed, enjoying the experience in silence or chatting. While here, everyone looks happy and calm. Scenes of couples walking at sunset look like romantic greeting card scenes.
I have never seen this before. This was basically a white rainbow, a huge white arc in the sky. This was NOT frozen ice crystal exhaust from an airplane. Nearby there was a smaller (normal) rainbow. I should take a minute to figure out what this phenomenon is called, Google, here I come.
Okay, this was unexpected and strange. My son and I walked back to the car to fetch more play stuff and with my bare foot, I stepped on something soft. I was very surprised to see it was a mass of feathers, a part of a bird! There was just a small amount of the flesh or cartilege or whatever the feathers were all attached to. This did not look like a wing to me. I considered taking it home to use the feathers in some art or craft project, or for display on our nature shelf, but was worried of bacteria, viruses, or lice, so I left it there. It was beautiful. Later, I consulted a bird identification guide, and I think it is part of a grouse.
If you want to know the history of this beach, read this. The name is because this was the site where the Pilgrims had their first encounter with the Native Americans. I used to have romantic notions of this event based on memories of what I learned about the Pilgrims in public school however after reading the original source documents of Bradford I was appalled and disgusted.