Sunday, September 19, 2021

Day 14.252: Exile #2's Sunday Column #362

Exile #2 writes...

The changing influences of the rivers, winds, and tides mean that our local beach is often redesigned. The course of the brook that empties into the ocean has a tendency to drift around and the sand itself forms temporary islands and bars.

We saw similar mysterious workings on our walk yesterday. We’d noticed someone clamming out on a spit of sand, having sailed out to it by boat, but when the beach turned a corner we saw a dog running a fair way out across the water.

Looking closer, we noticed there was another sand bar - almost a causeway - joining one headland to another. Although we were pretty sure it didn’t actually reach all the way, it is something we often wish was possible, knowing how long it can take to travel from the tip of one crinkly bit of coast to another!

You can see someone way out on the sandbar near the middle of the photo.

The blue loop is our 4.3 mile walk, the yellow is the approximate location of the sandbar and the red is the shortest dry route from where we were to the other end of it.

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