Day three begins, once again, with no power. There is power in one lone block in the center of our town which contains not only the police station, but a gas station right next door to it. This made getting enough gas for the generator easy. We had to get enough because the tweet from NStar said this will be “a multi day thing, so please prepare accordingly.” Accordingly, we did. My husband, who is the most social human being on the planet, made the rounds of the neighborhood, making sure the ladies across the way had hot food and the couple next door had enough gas for their generator. Meanwhile, I cleaned and vacuumed what has now become kind of a nest we inhabited for the last two days. You can only make so much food and drink by candlelight before it becomes imperative to unplug the refrigerator and plug in the vacuum.
Neighbors settled, and house cleaned we headed to the beach. (Yes, when you live on the ocean you still go to the beach in the winter.) This part is for all my family and friends who come to visit me in the summer and sit on this beach: Guess what? THE BOARDWALK IS TOTALLY UNCOVERED. There are those of us who haven’t seen that boardwalk (except for the tips of the railings) in ten years. Yes, girls and Phyllis, the rocks are back too, and the whole beach is total sand. The storm gouged out about 10 feet or more of sand and took it out to the sand bars. The beach is not rocky – totally smooth sand. The sun is out, it’s warm and you could easily spend an hour in a beach chair here this afternoon.
We didn’t sit though. We turned right and walked all the way around Scorton Creek and came back on the road. The sights were amazing. The tide came right up over the dune to within 20 feet of some cottages. The cottage fronts are totally painted with a thick coating of ice and sand. Not one set of steps down to beach is left along the whole shore. When we got to the end where the marsh meets the ocean, the water was over the jetty on both sides. It was the most amazing high tide I’ve ever seen there. Turning the corner into the parking lot, to head for home, the entire parking lot is underwater.
(See no parking sign in photo below)
I’ve included the photos below for those of you who only see this beach in the summer and never get to see winter sights like this here. Enjoy. Makes you want to hurry and pack your beach bag doesn’t it?
And so, as another day goes by, storms gouge out, rearrange, and change, making us ready for a new season, and…I have written.
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