Cape Spencer is on the Bay of Funday, an inlet off the Atlantic Ocean. This is very cold water. When you try to go swimming, you have to stand there and let your legs get numb first. Only an extremely hot day (very rare on the east coast) would you really embrace the idea of diving in the water.
Nonetheless, there are beaches along the coast. Some very rocky, some with sand where you can picnic and play. I had two very special beaches where I spent a lot of time, in all seasons. The beach is my place to think, work out problems, share ideas and chill. I have walked countless miles over the beaches publishing my words to the sand and the sky. My two special beaches were the Fishing Beach and Mispec Beach.
Back in the day you could go to the beach by yourself at a very young age. I would peddle my bike to the beach of my choice, dreaming of the day my two wheels would be four. Once at the beach, there would be a treat to buy, swings to ride and sand to play in. Building sandcastles would lend itself to my dreams being played out in sand that would as quickly become flattened with the next tide. I lived at the beach once school was out, chores done, or when left alone.
The beach was respite when things became complicated at home. The beach was the place where things remained the same. Sand may shift, but its still sand. There was no one to talk back to your thoughts and opinions. There was acceptance. There was peace. The ocean roar was music that brought balance back into my brain. Even as a young girl, I knew that I was most at home on the beach. There were times when I would be there early in the day and stay until beyond sunset. I felt whole.
There will be more stories about my beaches because I lived a lot of my life there. I left some of my life there as well. I will be relating more about my beloved beaches very soon.