Sunday, September 02, 2007
Right place, right time
I had often heard that you could find the nice big seashells on the Outer Banks, but never had seen them on the beach. I figured the early birds were snapping all the interesting finds before I was even out of bed. It turns out it's more complicated than that.

We went to Canadian Hole again on Friday. On one side of the highway is the sound, on the other side is the ocean. Some of our crew decided to check out the ocean side to see if it was any calmer than our area. It turned out to be more brutal. But when they waded out to where the waves were crashing they found themselves being pounded on the ankles and shins by large seashells. The shell would make it as far as the maelstrom of the pounding surf, but didn't wash up on shore. If you were willing to walk out where the shells were churning in the surf you could find some nice ones, way above the run-of-the-mill shells we were used to seeing. They collected shells for a long time and then crossed the highway to join us back on the sound side.

We were amazed at their collection. Everyone wanted to help wash the sand from them in the sound. Then they laid out their collection on a towel to admire it. Passersby were stopping to ask where they'd found them. I believe they did end up taking them all home. A good day's work, if you ask me.

The shell collectors. Popi and C not pictured.


Popi taking abuse for the sake of discovery. After it was all over Popi and Uncle B were sitting by the pool comparing their bloody wounds.


Proudly showing off a good one.


A view of the sound from the other side of the highway.


Lots of helpers to clean the shells.



The booty.


Written at 5:29 PM by Highlandgal.
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