“At the bayside, the sea whispers,” Sven said at Duck Harbor yesterday. “But, at the ocean, the sea roars. Very different.”
He was right, of course.
I always recommend Duck Harbor to our guests. It takes more time to get there, but this beach never fails to please. There are pretty shells for children to collect, a wide expanse of firm sand to explore at low tide, comparatively few people.
During our walk, we talked about how Obama resembles Kerensky in some ways.
Everyone had so much hope for change. But being in charge does not always mean using that power effectively. When you walk at Duck Harbor, with the waves lapping at the shore, fussing between Democrats and Republicans seems even more puerile. It’s so peaceful there. Easy to imagine a better world, one where Jihadists don’t try to blow up airplanes, 
where greedy insurance companies can no longer deny coverage and premiums are affordable, where bankers don’t earn billions of dollars, where everyone has a job and organic food on the table, where pollution of the environment doesn't exist. At the far end of the beach, we discovered a mass of plastic bottles and garbage, thrown overboard by people on pleasure boats. Seeing this mess jolted us back to reality … We don’t drive out to Duck Harbor much anymore.
In fact, this is the first time we have been in months. One of my reasons for our trip was to check whether the face of the low dune had been chiseled by the wind, as in winters past. I was not disappointed. Look at the marvelous photo below, a photo that might spark the imagination of a child. One could write a whole story about the inhabitants of a make-believe sand village, similar to Mesa Verde and other real dwellings of Native Americans. Want to make one up?
