{"id":657,"date":"2012-12-22T15:20:17","date_gmt":"2012-12-22T15:20:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/dev.brickhousefabrics.com\/blog\/?p=657"},"modified":"2016-04-17T13:14:39","modified_gmt":"2016-04-17T13:14:39","slug":"pemaquid-beach-december-22-2012","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.brickhousefabrics.com\/blog\/pemaquid-beach-december-22-2012\/","title":{"rendered":"Pemaquid Beach- December 22, 2012"},"content":{"rendered":"
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On Friday of last week the rain poured down, and the wind blew hard enough to uproot trees. The Friday beach walk had to be postponed.<\/p>\n

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The storm that roared across the midwest dropping lots of snow hit here as well, but the temperature rose, and we only got rain. Saturday dawned dark, but rainless. So, at mid-day we headed to the beach.<\/p>\n

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As we got out of the car,
\nfor the first time we could hear the booming
\nof the ocean.
\nNormally it is quiet.
\nBut, this was startling in its intensity.
\nAs we reached the end of the short sandy path
\nthat crosses the dunes
\nwe were met by an astounding sight.<\/p>\n

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Though the tide was out, the waves were pounding in.
\nRows of waves moved across the water,
\nhitting the shore hard.
\nDark clouds added to a surreal landscape.<\/p>\n

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Looking to the right one saw lines of waves traveling up the bay.
\nThe beach was strewn with seaweed.<\/p>\n

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To the left one saw how far up the tide had been driven in the storm.
\nThe beach was eroded nearly to the edge of the grassy dunes,
\nin a series of crescents.<\/p>\n

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We started down the beach in our normal fashion.
\nBut, this was anything but our normal walk!
\nThere was motion everywhere- water, clouds, wind, trees.
\nToday’s walk was all about the water, the waves-
\ntheir motion, their sound.<\/p>\n

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Today there were no small vignettes on the beach to look for.
\nThere were bunches of seaweed, and an occasional small stone.
\nPart way down the beach we came across a tree
\nthat had been blown down, and washed ashore.<\/p>\n

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As we neared the end of the beach
\none could see even though the tide was more than half way out,
\nthat there would be no getting around to the smaller cove.<\/p>\n

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The waves were strong, one could see them breaking against the rocks on the opposite side of the bay,
\nsending up large plumes of spray.
\nClose by, the rock reef was also getting pounded.
\nAs we neared the end of the beach the noise from the waves was very loud,
\nand the wind added to the noise.
\nSpot could barely hear me if I called him.<\/p>\n

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At the very end of the beach Spot found two lobster traps.
\nThey had broken away in the storm,
\nand were half buried in the sand.<\/p>\n

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After watching the waves for a while,
\nwe turned to walk back.
\nThough the wind was at our backs,
\nwe walked quickly.<\/p>\n

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There had been so much rain the day before
\nthe salt marsh over-flowed, causing a new drainage stream to form.<\/p>\n

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From a narrow stream
\nit had widened to form an oval hollow in the sand.
\nthen, as the tide ebbed, it had flattened out into a wide plain.<\/p>\n

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An odd pattern of criss crossing had formed in the sand nearby.<\/p>\n

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At the acute angle of the curve of the beach
\nwas a huge bank of piled up seaweed.<\/p>\n

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The stream at the far end of the beach had cut deeply into the sand.
\nAnd was running fast.<\/p>\n

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Spot jumped the stream,
\nI could not, and it was too deep to wade.<\/p>\n

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The waves on this end of the beach were a deep greenish brown color,
\nfrom the seaweed in them.<\/p>\n

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Spot did not stay long on the other side of the creek.
\nAs we headed back the wind struck us in the face,
\nand I noticed the wave action had increased.<\/p>\n

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But, out beyond the breakers were a group of bufflehead ducks
\nriding calmly as the white caps rose and fell.<\/p>\n

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The beach, sea, and sky seemed surreal.<\/p>\n

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Spot explored the drier sand by the dunes.<\/p>\n

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I watched the ocean.
\nThe waves crashing against the rocks on the other shore were very visible.<\/p>\n

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Looking out to the outer islands one could see spray as the waves crashed against them.<\/p>\n

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We finished our walk by going back down the right hand arm of the beach.<\/p>\n

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Even though the tide was still going out,
\nthe waves and surf continued to build.
\nAs we left the beach waves with foam came creaming in.<\/p>\n

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While others hit the shore with spray.<\/p>\n

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To get a different view I decided to go around the corner to Fort William Henry.
\nThe fort was built in 1692,
\nby the British, to protect the northern boundary of New England.<\/p>\n

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Behind the fort is the garrison.<\/p>\n

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The different angle from the fort gave a splendid view!
\nBut, it lacked the strong interaction of beach, water, wind, and sky.<\/p>\n

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As we were leaving the fort a seagull flew over-head,
\nriding the wind-<\/p>\n

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it seemed a fitting end to the walk.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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