The beaches here sometimes seem infinite. Anastasia Island, where I'm staying, has 15 miles of uninterrupted, wide beach. Mostly it's fine white sand. In some places, the myriad tiny coquina shells that are being ground up by the sea, on their way to becoming rock, make rust-colored swaths along the beach.
A little further south, erosion has revealed the coquina bedrocks. Since it's soft before it weathers, the surf carves it into fantastic shapes.
A little further south, erosion has revealed the coquina bedrocks. Since it's soft before it weathers, the surf carves it into fantastic shapes.
It's not a great beach for picking up shells or rocks. Some days it's more fun to seek out interesting sand patterns.
But the beach is only half the story. Since this is a barrier island, its landward side faces an estuary.
There seems to be a division among residents and snowbirds as to whether it's better to live on the ocean side and get beach strolling and sunrises, or the estuary side and get fishing and sunsets. One wealthy couple in the 1930s liked the estuary side so much they created an estate with a large garden, including both "wild" and formal areas. Luckily for us, they left it to the state when they
died.
There seems to be a division among residents and snowbirds as to whether it's better to live on the ocean side and get beach strolling and sunrises, or the estuary side and get fishing and sunsets. One wealthy couple in the 1930s liked the estuary side so much they created an estate with a large garden, including both "wild" and formal areas. Luckily for us, they left it to the state when they
died.
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