Marveling at the tenacity of coastal towns- Cape Ann public works after winter storms are no joke.
Rockport, Mass. The many access stairs for the Long Beach pedestrian walkway are put back each spring. Some years, the landing platforms on the sand side need repair. The 2018 winter storms pummeled each and every access point. Landings on sand and up top, the railings, and treads were entirely stripped. The rebuild for a few of the staircases will remain on hold until their immediate seawall areas are tended.
April 2018 stairs going in where possible
Water shoes this summer
From there to here: popples and rocks from the decimated barrier wall between Long Beach and Cape Hedge Beach were deposited along Long Beach.
barrier wall displaced and great swaths landed on Long Beach
Where’s the beach?
Spring 2018, the ocean is several feet deep at the rip rap line every high tide
Evolution of damage at beach barrier
The boys, dogs, and I took a walk on Cape Hedge Beach on Saturday morning. It certainly wasn’t warm…nor was it bright and sunny….but the sound of the waves was wonderful nonetheless. Here’s a little video if you aren’t close enough to hear it yourself.
One of my favorite summer happy places…although I have many. Cape Hedge Beach. Pretty blessed to have so many fantastic places calling my name as the warm weather approaches.
A little known secret about me is that I am full blown obsessed with the shows House Hunters and House Hunters International on HGTV. And then there’s Island Hunters! Did you know there are actually people out there shopping for islands?!
I’ve been watching them both for years and they never get old…
I LOVE living here…that comes as no surprise…but, I’d be lying if I didn’t find myself watching episodes of couples picking up everything and moving to some beachfront location on some tropical island paradise. I live vicariously through them for 30 or 60 minutes whenever possible. Dork, I know.
So, yesterday, upon finding a vulnerable little hermit crab at Cape Hedge Beach who was “between houses,” my boys suggested we conduct our own beachfront version of House Hunters. We found several shell options for the squishy little guy, placed him and them under a clump of seaweed as much protected from hungry seagulls and bigger crabs as possible, and let him do his thing.
We watched him for a bit, but he was shy so we left him alone to take a look around his potential new residences. We weren’t sure what he was looking for…striped, solid, beach chic, room to grow, open floor plan, comfy cozy, etc.
When we went back later to check, he was gone. The boys were thrilled….even though there was no commission to be gained.
House Hunters International
The finback whale that has traveled the currents of the Boston and the North Shore to rest, post-Superstorm Sandy, on Cape Hedge beach, was taken apart by a team of hearty souls armed with butcher knives and a whetstone this morning. It looked like bloody hard work, hacking away gigantic pieces of flesh and whale muscle from gigantic bones. Like butchering a school bus. Most of the people wielding the knives looked suitably attired with commercial rain gear covering all the parts that mattered, but a few looked like they had drifted over from the North Shore Mall with only sweatpants — sweatpants! — standing between their own flesh and that of the whale. Thousands of pounds of rotting whale flesh. I’m just guessing that those sweatpants, having absorbed dead whale moisture, are going straight into the trash can just off the beach, as it would be better to ride home naked than wearing sweatpants saturated with the smell of long-dead marine life.
The smell was epic when you were downwind, and on the car ride on the way home the air began to fill with an aroma suspiciously similar to that of our dead friend. It turns out that my 3-year-old managed to step in an infinitestimal string of whale flesh residue. His little shoes will probably be a casualty of the day along with the whale team members’ sweatpants.
It was an amazing sight and hats off to the team from Mass Wildlife and the New England Aquarium and the guy at the Rockport DPW who handled the backhoe with the delicacy of a surgeon. It was a rare privilege to see, here in New England and in this high-tech age, people on the beach breaking down a whale by hand, just like our ancestors. But in this case the whale died of natural causes and even better, he will live on in perpetuity, recreated piece by piece for display in a museum. Experiences like this remind me that living here on Cape Ann is a rare sort of gift.
The spinal cord
Whale butchering as a Family Field Trip! The 6-year-old is grossed out. The 3-year-old seems confused. The baby (not shown) just seems bored.
Jawbones of the whale: the first pieces of the skeleton loaded into the trailer.
kim diebboll forwards-
here’s a few photos of the whale now that he’s resting on cape hedge beach. he’s looking rather sad and pretty beat up. the guts which i saw over by pebble beach yesterday, were cleaned up by the town today, so they are gone now.
i guess this is his last day, as i hear he is being removed tomorrow.