We took a walk today at Biddeford Pool.
Not going near any woods today:
it's the last day of hunting season!
(we passed a few desperate-looking pickups parked next to the woods.)
So off to the coast! We walked the beach and
scrambled over the rocks at South Point.
I find rock-scrambling is a bit slower, more cautious
now that I'm over 50.
OK, over 60. (details, details...)
But the rewards are ever the same:
Cold blue sea, sky, rocks, wind, bright sun.
This may look like tangles of threads and yarn,
but it's actually veins in the rock
My old man and the sea. He grew up right here.
This foliage is not 'past peak'.....
He remembered the rock with the ring; called it a "haul-off".
'All the fishermen used them back in the day'
But who drilled that hole? How old is that iron?
Then we found some carvings in the stone...
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| "1968 Oleson" a trick of the shadows makes it look like raised relief |
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| "1918" initials |
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| this one has the Creator's initials |
One last look around, and
time to scramble (carefully) back again!
