I walked the western spit of our bay today. Here it is far more natural than it's eastern cousin.
It is a barrier bar though some effort to anchor it with grasses seems to be having good effect.
The sand is fine with fewer pebbles, some significant driftwood and very few people ever use
this beach. I love to walk here and enjoy the waves and solitude. It is a clear day and everything is just a little sharper, the colours a little brighter as fall approaches.
As I walk today my mind lags behind, about 15 years, to when I lived on the northeast corner of
this bay and had a wonderful schnauzer named Colonel. Twice a day I would walk him here in the summer. We had a dock in the back yard and travelled here by dinghy. Landing on the inside, he was out and running for the beach before I could tilt the motor up, heading to the sand.
I would walk, he would run and I was always vigilant as he would like nothing better than to roll on a dead carp. Perfume in his mind and a bathing chore in mine.
I never figured out which part of our daily routine he enjoyed more, the run on the beach or the ride there and back in the dinghy, for I had only to say "boat" and he was right back in the dinghy, panting, wet and sandy, but excited about the ride back home.
Sadly, Colonel is long gone but the memories of those days are sharp and I enjoy them still on a quiet sunny day like today.
For the beach is still here and the waves still come ashore as I walk and enjoy the moment.
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