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February 2, 1998
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We're in the midst of another mild, sunny day so I decided to drive up to Plum Island to see if I could find any seabirds blown close to shore by the stormy weather at the end of last week and to see how the beach weathered the unusually high tides. Sandy Point looked like a giant had taken a bite out of it, just bit the dunes right off. What was left of the beach was covered with a thick, spongy, layer of wrack mostly composed of spartina grass. On top of the carpet of spartina lay the detritus of shore life: whole sections of the board walks and stairways from the refuge beach, mangled lobster traps, more than one mooring weighted with concrete, fence posts, branches and even what looked like whole trees. I half expected to find someone's front porch or even kitchen appliances. | |
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