At Squibnocket the waves were coming in.
The tide was low.
There were pools among the rocks.
The beach is mostly rocks right now.
And what is this, among the rocks?
Skate egg cases.
Skate egg cases, in the hundreds and thousands and tens of thousands.
An unexpected find.
An unexpected bonanza.
Heraclitus said, “No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it’s not the same river and he’s not the same man.”
Heraclitus could have been talking about Squibnocket, but he’d never heard of the place before.
We’d come hoping that the low tide would let us fill a container with a mess of mussels to eat.
No such luck.
Our luck was other.
Our container was filled with skate egg cases.
We brought them home.
Now we have a problem.
What do you do with half a peck of skate egg cases?
Inquiring mind wants to know.