Turning the corner from the Fort beach to the State Park Beach was like walking into a Siberian windstorm. Ok, maybe not THAT bad, but it was really windy. We were amazed at how much the beach had changed - again. After 30 years of visiting this beach, you would think we would be used to it by now. There was no more 'beach access' from the campground and the beach was so flat that the sand remained wet even after the water had stopped washing over it hours before.
The wind whipped the tops of the waves crashing into the cove into long strands of cotton candy that trailed behind them for many feet at a time. The seagulls smartly remained on land rather than flying, as I'm sure they would have been jetted a little off course. We made our way to the State Beach and although still a few hours from high tide, the beach was a vast expanse of blowing sand. It was time to turn around.
Looking back on Pond Island Light
The beach is so flat, the sand stays wet for a looooong time.
Sequin, as seen over the 'shoulder' of Wood Island
"Rooster-tailed" waves
I'm not flying around, that wind is crazy!
Oh! An Ivory-Billed Woodpecker!
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