On our vacation in New Hampshire we spent two days driving along the beach. Stopping whenever we wanted and enjoying the views.
We drove up the coast of Maine just a bit.
This shell was very big for a person from South Dakota. It was about the size of D's fist. I think we walked past ten of them. I may have pictures of all ten but I will not subject you to all of them.
Poor little dead crab shell.
We watched the seagulls picking at something on the beach then they would pick it up an fly off only to drop it from about 20 feet in the air. They did it quite a few times before I had to know what the heck was going on.
They were picking up the clams, least I think that is what is in a shell like this, and dropping them to crack it open.
I think they may have managed to get one to open, but after all that effort I did not want to scare them off. So I choose to believe only one clam was killed in the making of this blog post.
We drove up the coast a bit more and stopped to admire the Nubble Lighthouse. I just love lighthouses.
We even managed to spot a few lobster buoys. If you have not yet read The Lobster Chronicles by Linda Greenlaw, you should. D found a copy in the B&B we stayed at on our first trip to Maine, and could not put it down. I waited till we were home and ordered a copy for both of us to read. As I recall it is not a G rated book but humorous and fascinating.
That is it for the vacation pictures of the sea. Soon I will show you what yarn enabling looks like when your innkeeper is also a knitter.