Clouds and a boneyard

Ponce de Leon knew a good place when he saw it (he first spotted land just north of here).

Among other natural wonders, the sky is big here. I guess it is whenever you're at the beach. It's been clouding up every afternoon, threatening fiercely but seldom delivering. Except that as soon as I wrote that, it started to rain.

In my attempt to explore all the green spots on the map within an hour or so of St. Auggie, I thought I'd seen everything. That was only because I hadn't yet made it to Big Talbot Island. I knew and loved Little Talbot, one of my favorite beaches, but hadn't gone the extra ten minutes up the road. This time we did, and discovered Boneyard Beach.

They call it driftwood, but it hasn't drifted anywhere. These were live oaks that got their soil pulled out from under them. They fell unceremoniously onto the beach, and there they remain, battered and bleached by salt water and wind, mostly facing the same direction.

Some are colossal. Some are insanely beautiful. And there are lots and lots of them.

 

Equally surprising are the "rocks," which aren't rocks. They look like rocks, but they're sand and mud..If they got a couple of million years under a few thousand feet of ocean pressure, maybe they'd metamorphose. Let's hope they stay the way they are. It wouldn't take too much more climate change to put this whole coast under water.