{"id":661,"date":"2013-03-22T15:22:40","date_gmt":"2013-03-22T15:22:40","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/dev.brickhousefabrics.com\/blog\/?p=661"},"modified":"2016-01-11T15:23:17","modified_gmt":"2016-01-11T15:23:17","slug":"pemaquid-beach-march-22-2013","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.brickhousefabrics.com\/blog\/pemaquid-beach-march-22-2013\/","title":{"rendered":"Pemaquid Beach- March 22, 2013"},"content":{"rendered":"
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On Friday March 22, Spot and I were able to get in a long beach walk. It had been several weeks since we had been able to go no one. The day was clear, a break in a long line of March storms.<\/p>\n

It was cold enough, and blowing hard enough at the house, that I was in my normal three layers of clothing. The beach entrance was clogged with snow, but we burst through to park. Getting out of the car, Spot immediately took off toward the path down to the beach. I followed. It was bright sun, and the glare off of the snow was fierce. As I trudged through the snow, the warmth made me wonder if I had over-dressed.<\/p>\n

Upon reaching the edge of the path
\nI looked up and down to scan the area. It was a beautiful day with sun, snow, sand, and water!<\/p>\n

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It was dead low tide, and very calm.<\/p>\n

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There was almost no wave action.
\nIt was very quiet.<\/p>\n

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We start down the right hand side of the beach,
\nSpot running ahead.
\nUp near the edge where sand meets snow,
\nthe sand shows the effects of water freezing and thawing.<\/p>\n

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Every beach walk has its own theme- and it is not always evident until part way through the walk.
\nThe first clue is a calcified mussel shell,
\nsomething not often seen on this beach.<\/p>\n

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And then there was another mussel shell.<\/p>\n

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At the far end of the beach the rocks are exposed.
\nBut it is not the super low tide that we have seen in the past-
\none can not go around the rocks to the cove beyond.<\/p>\n

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Spot goes up and over right away.<\/p>\n

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I take my time, looking at the tide pools in and around the rocks.<\/p>\n

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The sand patterns, made by ebbing tides, always intrigue me.<\/p>\n

As do the patterns of the seaweed on the rocks
\nand hanging down into the water.<\/p>\n

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Around March 15th
\nthe sun’s angle changes enough
\nso that there is what I call
\nsparkly water.
\nAnd suddenly, there it was.<\/p>\n

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The poles at the end of the beach
\nare the line of demarcation between the beach and cove beyond.<\/p>\n

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A smooth bit of sand lies just beyond the rocks.<\/p>\n

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Spot, who had been running up near the snow,
\nat the top of the beach,
\ncomes to see what I am doing.<\/p>\n

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We start across the beach
\nto the far side of the cove.<\/p>\n

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A mussel shell with
\nextremely purple coloring catches my eye.<\/p>\n

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In the gravel further on
\nis one that is very, very blue.<\/p>\n

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With every step
\nthere seems to be another intriguing mussel shell.<\/p>\n

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When we are two thirds of the way across the beach,
\nthey suddenly appear in profusion.
\nBroken, whole, shattered pieces of them lie on the gravel.<\/p>\n

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Spot thinks looking at broken shells
\nis a bore, and comes to urge me to continue!<\/p>\n

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Looking out at the water
\nI see a flock of birds floating on the water
\nthat is slightly ruffled by a breeze.
\nThe water is quiet,
\nthe sun very warm.<\/p>\n

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Spot goes up the seaweed covered rocks.<\/p>\n

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I stop to look at the seaweed patterns.<\/p>\n

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The top of the rocks are covered with
\niced over water holes and snow,
\nmaking it a bit treacherous.<\/p>\n

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A mussel shell on the rocks,
\nwith attached water weeds and lichen,
\nalmost matches them.<\/p>\n

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Heading back down the rocks
\nthe beach is spread out before us.
\nThe different colored sands make lovely patterns.<\/p>\n

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The water is very clear,
\nthe colors almost Caribbean.<\/p>\n

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We head across the beach,
\nnear the water line.<\/p>\n

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Spot catches sight of the ducks in the water.<\/p>\n

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But decides to not give them
\nthe satisfaction of taunting him.<\/p>\n

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As we go along I spy a lone clam shell,
\nthe shell usually seen,
\nrather than the mussels.<\/p>\n

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Further on lays a very small,
\nbut very blue mussel shell.<\/p>\n

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We climb back over the rocks
\nthat separate the cove from the beach.
\nThe beach seems so wide!<\/p>\n

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A pale violet mussel shell,
\nwith a small one carefully perched on it,
\nreminds one of all the others back in the cove.<\/p>\n

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We head down the beach.
\nA breeze freshens off of the water.
\nAnd then there is the small sound of a lap of water.
\nThe tide has turned.<\/p>\n

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Walking along I see a broken razor clam.<\/p>\n

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The bright green of a piece of seaweed stands out from all the neutral colors.<\/p>\n

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A piece of ribbon seaweed lays partially buried in the sand.<\/p>\n

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The stream bed at the corner of the beach,
\nchanges weekly.
\nToday it is wide, and shallow.<\/p>\n

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A lobster trap, broken from it’s mooring,
\nhas washed up,
\nand lies half buried in the snow and sand.<\/p>\n

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The huge piled up banks of seaweed,
\nswept in during the harsh storms of February,
\nhave all but disappeared.<\/p>\n

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Spot heads down the left hand side of the beach.<\/p>\n

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There are birds near the shore.<\/p>\n

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A lone gull,
\nperched on a rock,
\nattracts Spots attention.<\/p>\n

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The wind on this end of the beach
\nis strong and cold.
\nI am glad I have my three layers of clothing!<\/p>\n

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We start back,
\nand find some gull’s tracks in the sand.<\/p>\n

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At the acute turn of the beach
\nthe colors of the water are very unusual
\nwith clear pale blues and soft golden hues.<\/p>\n

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Walking back,
\nthe glare from the sun,
\nmakes it difficult to see Spot.<\/p>\n

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Up near the stream,
\nthat formed when the marsh flooded this winter,
\nare more of the patterns from the freezing and thawing of the sand.<\/p>\n

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A lone slipper shell lies on the beach.<\/p>\n

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A clump of seaweed is tangled
\nwith things that have survived the winter-
\noak leaves and acorns are seen.<\/p>\n

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We make our second pass down the right hand side of the beach.
\nThe angle of the sun lights up all of the mica in the sand.<\/p>\n

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Every hollow around every stone and shell
\nrefracts the light.<\/p>\n

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The sand patterns are made even more intriguing and dramatic
\nby the gleam and glitter of the mica.<\/p>\n

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At the end of the beach Spot stops and looks out.<\/p>\n

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The beach curves ahead of us as we head back.
\nThe water pale and pretty.<\/p>\n

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Behind the colors are deep and rich.<\/p>\n

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As we leave
\nsnow, sand, and water
\nsparkle in the sun.<\/p>\n

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