Today, for the last time on this trip, Abby and I braved the rain, lightening, and wind and made our way down to the seashore to say goodbye to our little paradise. I hope she remembers how beautiful this place can be.
In the surf, you can see the orangey oily foam that is seeping up on our beaches. The real oil spill slick isn't here yet, just the tendrils that are leading the way...Apparently, Abby and I are fairly intrepid. There was nearly no one else out to watch the lightening reach down and strike the water.
Hopefully, our dunes will somehow stay white. This cross has been on the beach for over 100 years. It has been replaced, but the landmark has remained. It marks the spot that the Spanish Colonists held their first sunday services after landing in Pensacola.
Hopefully their prayers for this place still count. It can use all the help it can get.
2 comments:
this makes me so sad. i had dreams about it last night.
but, i am glad you got to be at your beloved beach before this happened and say goodbye. i hope the next time you're there it will still be as beautiful!
should have encouraged you to take some of your beloved white sand home with you....
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