From September 22, 2010-
While driving down route 6 we came up on Fort Hill and stopped to take in the view of the marsh. Sara joined me in my excitement to hike down and smells the salty smells, feel the crispy sea breeze and see the brillantly colored marshy hues. Low tides granted us access to walk alongside the marsh – the buzzing bees and goldenrod, crystal blue ocean and bright green grass – it was enough to make you say “ooo.”
The “last swim” was the next thought.. one with less waves and I knew just the place but first we made a pit stop at Scargo Pottery to check our their outdoor studio – mainly their faerie castles scattered about the yard! And onto Gray’s Beach we went.. though it was much windier on the north side which made it hard to warm up and want to jump in. Sara was especially weary of the minnows (perhaps because there were thousands of them) and when one jumped they all jumped which made the water dance from one end to the other – their own little minnow wave.
So we opted to take a walk down the boardwalk where the shadows formed perfectly straight lines across the middle of the wood and on the marshy grass… a most pleasing sight to the eyes. It made us realize that we couldn’t have hit everything we did at the more perfect time (in terms of sunlight, weather etc). It was certainly a most epic and win-win kind of day! The best part about it was that there was no planning involved just doing!
Although my Berkshire sistah has gone back and away she has left a piece of herself here – the last fleeting moments of summer- and she has surely taken a piece of me back with her – as those sandy crystals (reminiscent of magic) will follow you everywhere….