I ended up with a shorter day today – so I decided to
skip the gym (you know many of my blogs start off that way!) – and hit up Barred Island – It’s a mile in and a mile out – you MUST go during low tide and you’ll have 2hrs before and 2hrs after (the hike in is about 45 mins)
The trail is worn, the earth bare to the snarled roots of the surrounding trees.
Then as you come closer to the shore, feet and time have cut a swath of earth away and revealed the granite beneath – making for a solid walk way to the beach
Then – the beach – at low tide you’ve got about 2hrs before and 2hrs after the “low point” of the tide. You can walk over to the Island and explore it – along with the shore – it’s a great view – I’d love to hit it up at sunset – but not having to walk back thru that trail at deep dusk
It’s a real fun walk, you’ve got sand, rocky area, lovely huge granite rocks – and nothing like that great sea air.
I decided to skip the gym one afternoon, and go running around on the rocky shores of Sand Beach.
Not the sunniest day, but cold and gorgeous (Its April!)
Since we are supposed to get rain for the next few days – I decided that I was skipping the gym and hitting the sunset beat.
There are tons of nooks and crannies here in Deer Isle and Stonington. I’m having fun seeking them out and I know I haven’t even scratched the surface.
There are various beaches here on the Island, and learning just where the sun sets and rises, is an every changing curve – getting to know the island while driving for work has its advantages
A picture is worth 1000 words, and sometimes, words fail you – so the pictures shall speak.
I really do enjoy this island – after work on a Friday, I decided to go snapping pictures instead of going to the gym.
I do enjoy taking a look at things from different perspectives – and sometimes up close and person is best.
Check out the clouds – cotton candy in a sea of blue
I have yet to go inside the Opera House (yes, yes, I will go maybe when Jules visits)
I don’t get “sunsets” where I am living, instead I get that sweet glow of blue, oranges, and yellows – which can be better sometimes.
I can’t wait for longer days to hang out on my porch, do my nightly scheduling, and watch the boats come in.
I’ll admit, I am not the biggest fan of the snow. However, it is pretty. Most of the time.
The on thing about the coast, is it’s always changing. One day the ground is clear, the next 24 inch of snow!
We got slammed and are waiting on more in the next 24 hours. Go down south they said, it’s warmer they said!
I love these old places, there is so much character here!
When it snows, typically the next day the sky is bright blue and the water is gorgeous as calm.
The colors just started to come in through the hazy clouds as I drove home today, snapped a few pictures. I’ve gotten into the habit carrying my camera with me.
There is something savage about winter, the cold, the pure white that blankets us, the weight of snow that can bend trees that stand against the winds of summer, those branches bow in reverence.
The way the light flickers and reflects off the snow that crystalizes, like the glint in the eye of the devil who, instead of draping you in heat, cloaks you in cold.
The weight of all that frozen, essentially, water presses down into trees, and earth, roofs and anything standing. Winter brings many pressures: the clean up, the driving through roads unplowed, roofs that need to be up kept, heating our homes during the wicked cold that the freeze brings.
Snow tests us. How much we can carry, one slim human or branch can hold before breaking. We can bend, and sweep the ground, but not break. When the pressures of life, or of the snow, finally dissipates, and our spring emerges, we stand tall once again – unbroken by the savagery of winter.