Near New Harbor Maine on the Pemaquid penninsula is a small area with a marker dedicated to Rachael Carson. The marker and the few parking spaces along a narrow way are unremarkable, but the curious traveler and many local drivers pause there to enjoy the special beauty of this spot.
When the tide is out, a natural hollow along the shore line is left filled with the sea water. Small creatures of the sea are trapped there for a few hours waiting for the tide to return. Small creatures of the land, our human children, wade out to chase small fish and hunt the sea glass or other bits of treasure deposited by the tide. Then our children must come ashore, as the sea reclaims Rachael's Pond, and the waves breaking across the rocks dance to a pounding rhythm that never fails to hold me. Soon no outline of the pond can be seen and the story begins again. Jack asks me if I am ready to drive on, and I answer that I will never be ready, so we had as well go. E
When the tide is out, a natural hollow along the shore line is left filled with the sea water. Small creatures of the sea are trapped there for a few hours waiting for the tide to return. Small creatures of the land, our human children, wade out to chase small fish and hunt the sea glass or other bits of treasure deposited by the tide. Then our children must come ashore, as the sea reclaims Rachael's Pond, and the waves breaking across the rocks dance to a pounding rhythm that never fails to hold me. Soon no outline of the pond can be seen and the story begins again. Jack asks me if I am ready to drive on, and I answer that I will never be ready, so we had as well go. E
