Here it is, the last post from our nearly month-long vacation. This spot is one of my all-time favorites on the planet, ranking up there with the black pebble beach in Corsica I last saw at 16, the obscure but genial Caribbean island of Saba, and the view from Big Dock at my beloved Camp Waukeela in Eaton Center, New Hampshire.
It's a windy point at the end of a long peninsula; not much for sunbathers, so we've never encountered more than 4 people on the entire shore (That is due mostly, too, to the fact that even though all the coastline is open to the public, the clever citizens restrict parking for miles).
When the tide is out, you can cross a sandbar to another sliver of beach, and beyond that are small, rocky but verdant islands that reminds me a little of Ireland's west coastline.
I was fiddling with camera settings and set the image to "widescreen", as most of these pictures demonstrate. Standard ratios seemed inadequate, but it turned out to be a quick and easy way to annoy Josh. There's something about widescreen that, no matter the context, screams pretentious film student to him, and this was no different. I paid it no mind; this is a man, after all, who thinks setting your ice machine to "crushed" instead of "cubes" is showing off.
Did I mention that I adore him, nonetheless?
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