It was a cold day here at the beach, 31 degrees when we woke up, but the winds that were gusting from the west all day yesterday had subsided, allowing the weak November sun to warm us ever so slightly. We decided to seize the opportunity and all five of us bundled up and, along with the two dogs, piled into the station wagon and headed to Cape Henlopen State Park.
When we parked at the first lookout tower, the one that visitors are allowed to climb, a young doe and a fawn were feeding on the scrubby grass. They were unconcerned by us, and out of deference to them, we left the dogs in the car for this bit of our adventure, and trooped up the spiral stairs, the clanging of our feet on the metal steps echoing off the the bricks as we climbed.
When at last we made it to the top of the 75-foot structure, the 360 view was worth the climb. With only the deep blue sky above us, we could see the tops of even the tallest Loblolly pines growing in the sandy soil to our west, and beyond the dunes to the east there was the little light house at the point of Cape Henlopen where the Delaware Bay meets the Atlantic Ocean.
Our next stop was at the beach access at Herring Point, and we walked south along the shore which seemed scrubbed clean. Last year at this time, our first walk on the beach turned up dead sharks and cormorants, tiny sand dollars, a feisty little crab, and a handful of sea glass, but this time there was only a sparse collection of broken shells and pebbles. Even so, sheltered from rising the wind as we were, we walked a couple miles on the beach as the dogs ran and swam. We did come across a couple of live horseshoe crabs, one scuttling slowly toward the sea, and the other somersaulting in the breaking surf, using that spiny tail as first a vaulting pole and then a rudder.
As we turned back towards our car and home, a couple of huge container ships sailed lazily south on the horizon, on their way to who knows where.
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