Last week I was finally able to make it down to Haven Beach for the first time since Hurricane Irene. I am pleased to report the beach is still there; however, as with other storms, lines and boundaries have been redrawn ever so slightly.
The shot below is looking left as you walk from the parking lot. When I was a kid, the beach on this side extended much further out, and if memory serves me there was at least one tree out there right on the beach.
By the way, memory very rarely serves me these days, but I think I'm right about this. Except I don't think I mean "when I was a kid," I think I mean "only ten or fifteen
In addition, when I say there was one tree out there, I realize there are a thousand pine trees bordering that beach, but there was a tree right on the beach. And that beach hooked much farther out into the water. Also, I'm tired so none of this makes any sense. Let's get back to the blog post already
One very noticeable change is how much the beach has been shoved back.
Really? "Shoved back"? Well, yes, that seems to be the best way I can describe it right now, after a very long day. The beach has been shoved back. Final answer.
Where the sand meets the marsh grass below there is a very noticeable, sudden drop. That sand was
I am pleased to report that the haunted swamp (below) remains relatively unchanged.
OK, so the woods, not the swamp, has the reputation of being haunted. But surely the swamp is involved somehow, especially when boundaries are shifting with each and every storm.
No ghosts were spotted this trip, sadly, although there were countless mutant/ninja dive-bombing horseflies, which were bigger than your average ghost and twice as frightening.