Distant Shores

 WoE 15

I grew up along the once remote shores of North Carolina’s Outer Banks. The ocean, lighthouses, abandoned island villages were all a part of my soul. I loved taking my son to Long Island Light House and the now preserved Portsmouth Community, which once shared an Island. A Hurricane opened up a new inlet and divided the island several decades ago.

Now, the Outer banks has become so much like the Grand Strand and Myrtle Beach. Hotels lining the beach instead of weathered cabins. Chain restaurants and flashy suburbs along the sound. Still, there are miles of protected land, wildlife preserves and quiet, lonely ocean walks to be had.

I had longed to go the coast of Maine, where I had heard there were still miles of rocky shores along the northern coast. Though I was used to the wind burn of blowing sand from huge dunes, I imagined that an isolated Rocky coast might cheer my soul.

After much planning, we decided to drive over a thousand miles to reach this area, hoping, at least to see the commonality of lighthouses on foreboding slivers of land, savor the wildness, the agelessness of the shore. We followed the signs through isolated fishing communities until we saw one that directed us to a lighthouse.

“Let’s go there!” I said excitedly. As we made the last turn toward the rocky beach, my heart were filled with disbelief. Surrounding the light, mixed in with the massive rocks , were some sort of gray barrels like containers. “What in the world…” I muttered to myself. In disappointment, I turned back toward the village to find out what had happened. The first newspaper rack I saw answered my question. It said, “Freighter crashes near lighthouse.” A tear ran down my cheek. It seems that what nature did not rearrange, man was sure to destroy. I longed for the wind and sand of home.


11 Responses so far »

  1. 1

    Maggie Grace said,

    Thank you for writing this history…and in such a lovely way. I showed my husband the photo and said “those aren’t rocks”. Then I thought they looked like ship parts but more for like protection from a hurricane. Man does destroy. Sad. Women do need to rule the world.

    • 2

      beebeesworld said,

      I had no idea what they were, hurricane protectors sounds reasonable, although they look awful. Thanks for helping me figure it out and for reading my blog and commenting. beebee

  2. 3

    Although a manmade thing, they do have a strange beauty. In time, perhaps, nature will assimilate them into her desires.

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      Cameron said,

      I’m right with you, Renee. I think they’re oddly in harmony with the shoreline. Beebee, thanks for taking me a little ways north. I’ve yet to see the rocky shores of Maine this summer.

  3. 5

    Sandra Bennett said,

    Enjoyed this beebee !!

  4. 6

    Lucid Gypsy said,

    I think Renee may be right, hope so anyway.

  5. 7

    ahh … I must say I never thought those were man-made containers or similar things rather they had similarities with the rocks on Marine Drive in our Mumbai ! Nice lines 🙂

  6. 8

    howanxious said,

    Man has an offensive habit of blemishing nature’s beauty.. A very true to heart tale… Thanks for sharing. 🙂

  7. 9

    jwilliams057 said,

    I love lighthouses. I’m within an hour of the Texas Gulf Coast, but we really don’t have any here. I wish we did.

  8. 10

    nutsfortreasure said,

    Sorry Maine did not hold more for you It is my second home the Sea that is in Maine

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    Lindy Lee said,

    The so-called progress of mankind is oft times not the least poetic. Longing for the way the beach once stretched for miles in all directions, had not been cluttered with garbage or dead fish from pollution or whatever. These are some of my constant ruminations about the “development” of our beautiful blue-green planet…

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