Two grandsons had a half day of school. Both of their parents were working, so I took the boys to the beach, where the day before, Tisbury Great Pond had been opened to the ocean.We stopped briefly at home to check in, get some lunch, and to get a package of crackers in case we got hungry later on.
We said magic words to Coquina — “Want to go the the beach?”. Her ears rose. She bounced and quivered, and went for the door. We got into the car, and off we went.
On the way there, they were asking me where was the best place I’d ever been. I replied that the best place I’d even been was Quansoo— where we were going.
At Quansoo the summer crowds were gone.
Today the crowds were windblown saltbush seeds massing at the edges of the puddles.
We crossed Crab Creek and headed East on the beach, stopping now and again to notice this or that, all the while orbited by happy dog. We reached our destination.
The outflow of the Pond cuts miniature cliffs into the sand.
The sand is diggable.
The water is tempting. Shoes were soon wet, and soon taken off.
Hours pass. Then it’s time to find wet shoes and to return home. The sky is big.
“Lallygag and dawdle” was our pace back to the car.
We crossed the dunes.
And said farewell to Crab Creek and Quansoo.
(Until the next time.)