Day 8: Surfside to Sconset, August 27, 2008

This is the last leg of my Walk around the Rock. I set off on the well trod south shore, with a long view to Tom Never's Head from Surfside.

Even though it was only 10:00 am, there folks were setting up beach volleyball. I found myself thinking about Misty Mae! And there was also evidence of the creative call with several beach sculptures along the way..







I followed the jeep tracks toward "Preacher Beach," the new name for Nancy Nelson's welcoming beach. I caught a few shots of more flying Nantucket wildlife-- Island Air planes- while I trudged past the airport.





Madequecham is our long time favorite beach. Tom Nevers looks a little closer from here! More erosion...And this time the erosion looks like the "temples" of the Grand Canyon, although on a much smaller scale. The shapes of nature repeat themselves on many scales....





About an hour and a half into this leg of the hike, I reached the marsh before the Navy Station. Soon after the Navy Station, marked by debris on the beach, I could no longer see back to Surfside. So it was only ahead to Tom Nevers.

I trudged past the big rock in the water past the Navy Station, passed Tom Nevers Head, and got to Tom Nevers Pond by about 12:15. It was still time to see a beach pea in bloom!








And now I am starting to get into the fun, home territory. Here are the terns and gull chicks at Low Beach...and one of the dozen seals who hang there. He looks like he is saying "HiYa." Every day I look off the bluff down at the Atlantic, I see these gray seals swimming by.





At about 1 pm I can see Sconset from Low Beach. I am almost home. This has been a journey to explore more of Nantucket..to see what is surprising and what is the same. It was easy for me to see the wearing away of the land and the many different forms of erosion; but it was difficult for me to where the land might have built up. I suppose my optimistic nature wants me to see the building up just as vividly. I saw the new tern chicks and gull chicks, as well as these three, from Low Beach to Flagship on the Sconset Bluff, who have died an immature death. The sanderlings and the herring and black-backed gulls were my most constant companions.





At almost 2 pm, I climbed up the bluff at the Flagship stairs, where the goldenrod and a few last rugosa bloomed. I have to say I was a bit stiff as I took my last steps down Baxter Road home. I have the satisfaction of having made tracks all the way around this island. I have circled it, making it even more my own.