Every time we walk along a beach some ancient urge disturbs us so that we find ourselves shedding shoes and garments or scavenging among seaweed and whitened timbers like the homesick refugees of a long war.
~Loren Eiseley
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Singing Sands
Our last stop on the peninsula before heading home was to the singing sands, just across Highway 6 from the entrance to Cyprus Lake. The water is clean and clear, and the beach goes on forever. It has a great beach for young children - the water starts at ankle depth, and it is a very long walk in before it even gets up to your knees. Fun but safe for little swimmers.
Every time we walk along a beach some ancient urge disturbs us so that we find ourselves shedding shoes and garments or scavenging among seaweed and whitened timbers like the homesick refugees of a long war.
~Loren Eiseley
Every time we walk along a beach some ancient urge disturbs us so that we find ourselves shedding shoes and garments or scavenging among seaweed and whitened timbers like the homesick refugees of a long war.
~Loren Eiseley
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