This park is very significant to me, as it was our annual camping spot for most of my childhood. Here, I learned to scamper across the driftwood on the beach and climb wet rocks at low tide. I poked sea anemones and listened to barnacles whistle in the wind. I honed the calluses on my feet by refusing to wear shoes on the stoney beach. I built driftwood forts, collected crab shells, and giggled in the dim light underneath an upturned canoe. I grew up there. Or, rather, it marked different stages of my growth, more significantly than my parents' house because my time there was less and my visits spread out.
So I experienced some closure last weekend, unsurprisingly. It's been about 5 years since the last time I was there, and I've matured (and otherwise changed) quite a bit. I'm grateful for Pax's willingness to humor me in my semi-conscious quest. It was fun to do the things I used to love doing...and funny to see how different things actually are there compared to how they were in my memory.
This is a video I took while we were on the beach watching a stunning sunset. The silhouette of the fisherman was too picturesque to not document, and he even caught a fish while I was filming! Unfortunately, the camera was actually turned away from him at the moment of catching...but no matter. I love how much you can see, with only the outlines of shapes to go off of. And, really, I can't get enough of gorgeous sunsets, especially on the water. Watching the sun set is one activity I will never grow out of.
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