On my final full day at the beach the weather was suitable for a long walk on the beach. This time I headed south, walking into any wind that might visit me along the way. When the tide is out it is quite a distance from the boardwalk to the surf (that is if you leave the boardwalk directly in front of the resort), however, heading south the distance is actually very short. On this day I traveled the shoreline farther than I’ve ever gone.
Near the end of the beach I saw an older woman meandering about in knee high rubber boots, with all the gear for digging razor clams. Earlier in the week the minus tides were perfect for claming but that wasn’t the case now. I noticed her bucket was empty and asked her about her prospects. She thought she’d try claming since seeing so many over the past week walk away with plenty of clams. I explained about the minus tides and even suggested she drive up to the north part of the beach where the tide was still very far out. She thanked me and headed back to the bend in the beach to where her vehicle was. I headed over to the road in another direction.
After making it safely over the rocks to the waiting road, the first site that caught my eye was a memorial with small flags pushed into the ground near the make shift wood cross. My first thought was someone expired here in a car accident, we see so many road side acknowledgments of such events these days. To my surprise it was a grave site that was very old. The date on the grave was April 26, 1865! The headstone read “Known only to God.” The owner of the home directly next to the site was out and about in their yard so I inquired about it. Apparently in 1865, the local indians at tried to assist four Portuguese sailors in their effort to return to their vessel. The failed attempt was discovered on April 26, 1865 with the bodies washed back on the shore at what is now Seaside. The local indians buried them at that spot. I wonder if someplace there still exists a Captain’s Log of the missing sailors.
I made my way back to the beginning of the boardwalk and started the long trek back to the resort. It wasn’t as sunny now, clouds slowing blowing in, the nice weather was about to abandon me. To the right of me were homes with multi-million dollar views of the ocean, most, worthy of description. These were the homes that could only be acquired by family inheritence, I could tell it was old money that owned them.
While marveling at the homes long the boardwalk I looked to my left, my eye caught the brightly contrasted color of a flower against the drab beach grasses. It was a solitary flower, reaching up to embrace the warmth of the light as the faded. These are the moments walks along the beach are meant for, the unexpected beauty against a back drop of timeless repetition…the ocean knows just one way to exist.
I am reminded that even in a sea of nondescript grasses a star will still shine. My life seems to mimic this adventure, just when the trek is getting tedious, a bright flower appears to revitalize, to reestablish even, the purpose to the journey. Time to reach for the sky and add color to my life.
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