Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.
~ Anais Nin, The Diary of Anais Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934
Some of the very outer bands of clouds from Irma are visiting with us today. We might see rain from Irma eventually, but it won’t be Irma anymore. She’ll be part of a trough that is coming through, her rains and winds merged and married to something considered post-tropical. Irma is still holding together somewhat when you look at the radar, her bands stretched out from Louisiana to North Carolina, and up to Indiana and parts of southern Ohio. I have a blog friend, who stopped blogging years ago but is regularly seen on Facebook, who lives in Florida, and who did not evacuate to accommodate Irma’s arrival. She has not checked in yet, and my hope is that the reason behind it is lack of electrical power and/or internet/cellphone service. Beda, I hope you’re okay.
How was your weekend? Mine was wonderful. I read something recently — I can’t remember where — that described some occasions as being “deep time,” and I think this weekend would qualify as deep time since it was spent with a dear friend, someone we’ve known for a long time, someone I would describe more as family than friend. We laughed, we cried, we hugged a lot, and it was, for me at least, a nourishing time.
We hung out here on Saturday, the day our friend arrived. On Sunday, we went out to Roaring Point. I thought I’d told you all about Roaring Point, but a quick scan through my last few blog posts showed me the error of that thought. M and I first visited the park over Labor Day weekend. Perhaps I’ll tell you all about that another time. Otherwise, this post will become much longer than my usual tomes. To get to Roaring Point Park, we have to find a place to cross the Wicomico River, and the shortest route to do that is to take the Whitehaven Ferry.
Roaring Point Park is a relatively small park that is popular with the locals for fishing, crabbing, and swimming. The beach is only .8 of a mile long, although I’m wondering if they measured that at high or low tide. When M and I first visited Roaring Point, the tide was high and we were unable to walk out very far. In fact, during our first visit, I didn’t realize there were so many tree trunks sitting on the beach because they were covered by the water.
The lower Nanticoke River and Tangier Sound (which opens out to the Chesapeake Bay) meet at Roaring Point. Most of the beach is along the lower Nanticoke River. It’s at the Point itself where you can look out towards Tangier Sound and the bay.
It was a beautiful morning for a walk on the beach. There were a few other folks out there, some fishing and some walking their dogs. Aside from being with people I love, some of the highlights of the walk for me were the tree trunks still hanging in there on the beach, the driftwood, and being able to walk out on the shoal/sandbar.
I thought some of the tree trunks resembled creatures who had landed on the beach, some walking, some sitting, and some just standing around waiting for the waves to come back in.
Some of the trees were alive and appeared to be well. With the erosion that’s going on, I’m not sure how long they will last.
And some of the creatures we encountered were not only alive and well, but scuttling across the beach.
After our walk on the beach, we made our way back to the ranch where we watched the Ravens win their (football) game, ate some delicious fish tacos, and spent the evening talking. Jane left here yesterday after lunch. It was, as I wrote earlier, a wonderful weekend and, if you’re reading Jane, thanks for coming down this way. We really enjoyed your company.
Circling back around to weather, we’re now keeping an eye on Hurricane Jose. He is meandering around south and west of Bermuda, and it seems the weather folks are not quite sure what he’s going to do. The spaghetti models, as they call them, are all over the place. Some show Jose making landfall in Canada, some show him hitting the U.S. anywhere from Florida up to New England (one track even takes him clear up to Ohio and Michigan), and others show him turning east and heading back out to sea. It’s a waiting game, as it always is with hurricanes and weather in general. Mother Nature still has a few tricks up her sleeves when it comes to fooling us humans.
That’s enough from me on this cloudy and quite warm (in the 80’s) Tuesday. Thanks for stopping by. I don’t think it is likely we’ll see much of a sunset this evening but if it looks good, I’ll meet you at the Point. Sunset is scheduled for 7:17 PM today. I’ll be there early, as usual, so I can take a little walk along the beach.
Be good, be kind, be loving. Just Be. 🙂 And start thinking about Walktober if you’re going to participate. It’s coming up fast. I’ll be posting details about it soon.
A few of the 10,000 reasons to be happy: 276) Deep and soul-nourishing time with loved ones. 277) Shared walks and sunsets. 278) Mother Nature’s artwork. 279) A rich, delicious ratatouille made with some of the last of summer’s vegetables. 280) Cooler days and cooler nights allowing us to open up the window and let in the fresh air.