Island Adventures; Part IV

Being here at the beginning of  'off season' has some serious perks - namely, that access to the park is now free! There are also some oddities - come to find out, the church we'd been planning to attend this morning only has services during the summer. The idea of a seasonal church is...odd. And a bit sad. We had to scout around for another place to worship, and after church, we headed out to P.E.I. National Park.

The brother and I hung around the beach; chatting, finding cool rocks, sheltering from the fierce wind.

Oh, and building stuff.

The beach was littered with smooth rocks of all shapes and sizes, and I was just commenting that we ought to make a cairn or dolmen, when I noticed that some other people'd had the same idea. We added our two little structures to the collection. The cairn with the balancing rocks on top probably won't last long, but it was fun to make!

 

There was a deep peace beside the ocean. Time, like the rocks around us, felt rounded, smooth, perfect. Small waves rustled up to the beach with a gentle sigh. Stress, anxiety, worries, sifted away with the sand that trickled through my fingers. 

Truly a day of rest.

The tide began to come in as we were leaving, licking at the design I'd drawn around our little dolmen. We had dug the uprights of the dolmen in pretty deeply - I wonder if it could withstand a tide?

Also, I seem to be taking a lot of pictures of feet.

We spent a little time in North Rustico. The brother and I scrambled around on some sort of pier that stretched out into the water. As I slipped and slithered over the broken beams and rough rocks, I reflected that I truly ought to invest in a new pair of tennis shoes - some that actually have tread.

I believe I mentioned that the wind was fierce? It whipped the sand into our faces, buffeting me sideways. I think I may now have an inkling of what a sandstorm feels like.

Richmond and I fantasized that someone in the future would find our little dolmen and form some wild hypothesis about the ancient people making sacrifices to the sea gods.

In reality, two crazy Missouri farm kids were just playing with pretty rocks, building structures to wash out with the winds and the tides.