{"id":653,"date":"2012-12-07T15:17:36","date_gmt":"2012-12-07T15:17:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/dev.brickhousefabrics.com\/blog\/?p=653"},"modified":"2016-01-11T15:18:14","modified_gmt":"2016-01-11T15:18:14","slug":"pemaquid-beach-december-7-2012","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.brickhousefabrics.com\/blog\/pemaquid-beach-december-7-2012\/","title":{"rendered":"Pemaquid Beach- December 7, 2012"},"content":{"rendered":"
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On Friday Spot and I headed down to Pemaquid Beach for our fourth walk.<\/p>\n

We left around 9:15.
\nThe weather was around 25 degrees F. but windless, with a slightly over-cast sky.
\nThe temperature at the beach, when we got there, was 10 degrees warmer!<\/p>\n

We arrived to find it at low tide, but it was an extremely low one…
\nthe beach was totally exposed.<\/p>\n

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Dead low tide
\nat Pemaquid Beach<\/p>\n

The light was very flat. The landscape, monochromatic.
\nGrey sand with hints of lavender, grey water with hints of green,
\ngrey clouds with some blue, and dark rocks
\ncontrasted with the dry white sand near the dunes.<\/p>\n

We headed to the right.
\nThe rocks at the end of the beach were exposed,
\nso we could go around the rocks at the end of the beach,
\nto get to the small cove beyond them.<\/p>\n

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Despite the light, or because of it,
\nthe walk seemed all about the different patterns of water, sand, and sky.<\/p>\n

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The wind had made delicate patterns in the dry sand near the dunes.<\/p>\n

Around the rocks at the end of the beach
\nwere hollows filled with water.
\nThe bottom of them was patterned in wave formations,
\ndue to the pull of the tide,
\nand the swirl of the water near the rocks.<\/p>\n

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The exposed rocks were covered with
\nhairy bright green sea grass and bladder seaweed.<\/p>\n

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Bladder seaweed is very slippery.
\nIt has long stems that slide under ones feet.
\nIn the right shoes, if one knows how, it is easy to negotiate.
\nBut in heavy winter rubber boots it is good to be careful!<\/p>\n

Once around the rocks and sand
\nthere was a clear view across the cove to the other end of the beach,
\nwhich ended in a rocky point.<\/p>\n

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This beach had more rock and broken shells than Pemaquid Beach.<\/p>\n

Some were laid out in amazingly regular patterns on the sand.<\/p>\n

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The rocks at the end of the cove
\nwere surrounded by sand that showed amazing patterns
\ncreated by the water as it ebbed.<\/p>\n

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The grey sand is not wet, just a different color than the white.
\nThe patterns reflect the movement of the sands as they were pulled in and out with each wave.<\/p>\n

We clambered up the rocks to the end of the point.
\nHere the rocks were patterned with different lichens.<\/p>\n

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Looking back,
\none could see all the way across
\nto the far end of Pemaquid Beach.<\/p>\n

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Spot enjoyed exploring the tide pools<\/p>\n

Heading back down to the beach
\nwe passed a lone pine tree.<\/p>\n

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Going across the cove
\nSpot stopped to explore,
\nbut soon caught up!<\/p>\n

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Once back around the point
\nthat separates the small cove from Pemaquid Beach,
\nwe found the tide had just turned.<\/p>\n

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We heard the now familiar glugging that accompanies the the waves near these rocks
\nas the tide starts inward.<\/p>\n

Looking down the beach,
\nthe low angle of the sun sent a glare across the wet sand.<\/p>\n

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It threw the patterns of the wet sand into high relief,
\nwhich the small stones seem to emphasize.<\/p>\n

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At the far end of the beach,
\nwhere it curves around,
\nthere was a lot of washed up seaweed mixed with sticks and branches.
\nA small branch caused the stream to divide in two
\nas it flowed around it.
\nThe stream made a tinkling sound as it ran,
\nsomething not heard before.<\/p>\n

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The rocks at the end of the point had not had much sun on them.
\nThe tide pools were rimmed with ice.<\/p>\n

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The exposed rocks were completely covered in bladder seaweed.<\/p>\n

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The long strands look like hair from a sea beast!<\/p>\n

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Heading back we crossed the stream higher up.
\nThe sandy bottom was patterned with oval hollows.<\/p>\n

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As we rounded the curve of the beach one could feel the wind off of the water.
\nWithin a few minutes the water was full of chop.<\/p>\n

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The wind was blowing directly in with the tide.
\nAnd white caps developed as one watched.<\/p>\n

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Walking all the back down to the far right hand end of the beach
\none could see the current build,
\nas the clouds thickened.
\nA bird rode the swells out beyond the waves.<\/p>\n

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While a seagull rode the wind.<\/p>\n

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At the far end of the beach
\na lobsterman was pulling traps,
\nhis boat hove to, while the engine chugged.<\/p>\n

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Completing the second trip up the right hand side of the beach,
\nthe wind was blowing hard,
\nand long rollers tinged with green were moving in
\nas the tide crept up the beach.<\/p>\n

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Wind blown, slightly salty, we headed for the car.
\nSpot slept all the way home.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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