Life On A Sandbar

And there's fire on the mountain, lightning in the air

Gold in them hills and it's waiting for me there

Fire On The Mountain

The Marshall Tucker Band

I think of that as I drove along the Province Lands Rd in the Cape Cod National Seashore, offshore were a line of massive anvil shaped clouds. Their tops still catching the setting sun while the sea was in growing darkness. Punctuated by flashes of lighting.

When you are 60 miles out in the middle of the Atlantic lighting storms can be impressive. But on the other hand the water is a moderating factor we are usually 10 degrees cooler that the mainland so a lot of times. So many times these really big storms just dissipate… poof! All gone, sun out. Maybe a couple of large plop, plops of leftover rain.

When I was driving the day a rainbow appeared under the clouds but it was all red shifted from the setting sun.

After a down pour there are very few puddles after all it is a “sandbar.” There are puddles especially in the pine barrens where soil has built up but in general it is just sand, sand for as far as you can see.

I used to vacation up here in the early ‘60s with my parents, they rented a bayside cottage in North Truro for a week and our neighbors rented it for the next week, so we were there for two weeks! As I got older it dawn on me… Yeah, that go a week’s vacation from the kids!

We used to go out in to dunes (Before the CCNS) and play were in the Sahara Desert. I wore my father’s old World War II Pith helmet and carried by scout canteen.

Another thunderstorm went by as I was wrting this and now the temperature has dropped so much that there is thin fog in the fields.