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The Face of the Beach

08 Jul Posted by in Blog | Comments Off on The Face of the Beach
The Face of the Beach
 

Let's take a trip back in time together.

Three hundred years ago, on the southern North Carolina coast, circa 1715: Blackbeard, that notorious buccaneer, still roamed the wild untamed seas of the region. The mysterious tribe known as the Cape Fear Indians could still be found in the oak-forested bluffs of the mainland, near the river they draw their name from. A time before cars and high-rise condominiums dominated the coast.

Back then, if you wanted to get to the beach, your only option was to first build a boat. Then you had to navigate through the meandering tidal creeks that weaved their way through the salt marsh, dodging oyster reefs and sandbars that threatened to tear the bottom out of your small wooden-hulled craft. Finally, you arrived at the low lying islands that lay several miles off the mainland and pulled your vessel up on the sandy back beach.

Leaving the marsh behind you, you walked inland, towards the dense canopy of the maritime forest- full of live oaks, pitch pine, deer, rabbits, racoons, and other small game. Emerging on the other side, into a landscape populated with sandy ridges, cactus, and sea oats, you clambered over the tertiary, secondary, and finally the ultimate primary dune and catch a glimpse what you had come all this way to see- the beach.

The beach. Where the sea meets the land. The end of the American continent- the entire nation behind you, ahead of you only the desolate wet desert of the Atlantic ocean until the coast of Morocco, thousands of miles away. The beach you stand on hasn't changed in a million years, yet it changes every day, every hour, every minute. The prevailing southern winds morph the shifting sand into new organic forms, while the ever-pounding surf erodes the very shape of the coastline beneath your trembling feet. The process is ceaseless, sublime, eternal, destructive, ancient- and yet there is something fresh, almost newborn, about the face of the beach. It's as if the natural processes are always exfoliating, shaping a new skin atop the worn, eons-old skull. Like an ever-morphing deity, just when you think you comprehend it's face, it changes it again.

You can still look into the face of the beach today, as it was three hundred years ago, on Masonboro Island. Ever changing, it never changes. Come on an eco-tour and see for yourself. Call us at (910) 200-4002 and let us show you. The beach is waiting.