I took the bull by the horns yesterday, and drove down icy Island Road to the parking area by the lobster pound. Walking, even with spikes is tricky on the "highway". I paused enroute to admire the work of Roger. He has two huge piles of split wood from that big oak that bit the dust this year. All of that was done without the use of one of those splitting tools. What can't Roger do?! He wears many hats, extremely well.
But back to my meanderings on the north end of the island. I hiked down to the turn off that takes you to the pavilion. The road was crisscrossed with myriad tracks, mainly deer, going back and forth using common trails. There were no human tracks, except for mine. I found my way down to Sailboat Beach and crossed over to the rocks you see in the picture. You are looking directly north toward Totman Cove. This particular area is great for finding interesting shells, but all were iced in today. Even the beaches were barren of life, though I'm sure if I had turned over a few rocks and lifted the seaweeds I would have found a Periwinkle or crab. The ocean was calm and the water unusually clear. I recalled snorkeling in this area, and felt a pang!
Instead, I followed deer tracks back away from the beach where those animals had dined on the fir trees of a convenient height. I pressed on (carefully) to check out the porcupine dens and for once was able to walk over the wet area at their base. There were tracks of these rodents, but at this late morning hour, they were no where to be seen. One opening in the rocks had the distinctive scat at the entrance that is typical of porcupines. The sun hits these rocks and must provide a warm house for these creatures on cold days.
I found my way back over to Sanddollar Beach where, again, there were only animal tracks. I climbed up to the area overlooking the harbor in search of deer beds or other interesting signs of activity. I did find several beds, though their definition was not sharp since they were not recently made. This picture shows deer beds in another area to give you a clearer idea of what they look like.
I did find a bunch of deer bones, many of which were frozen into the ground. I thought this would be a fun destination for skeleton seekers, and left most for a foray down the road. This particular area is usually not explored by campers. There is an old foundation nearby, and several trees that could only have been foundation plantings, including Lilacs.
I had wondered if the lobster pound would be frozen over, but it was not. The water was being aerated, and the small floating, plastic covered, housing has been launched. Pretty soon, they may be harvesting some of these crustaceans as the demand warrants and prices dictate. When did you last have a lobster on your dinner plate?
1/29/07 Winter Wandering Ronnie