Cranes Beach provides easy walking, soft sand, seashells, flotsam and jetsam, sun bleached garbage abraded into new shapes by the tides, and my own favorite, tree roots.
Nothing is more fascinating than the salt whitened shape and form of a large tree root, battered and smoothed, immersed and dried in cycle dictated only by the moon and tides.
State and Trustees of Reservations laws forbid removal of such items, and rightly so as they provide a natural trap for small living organisms important to diet of foraging birds.
Each time I go back to this place, usually before the summer crowds take over, wind whipped dunes are missing or perhaps simply relocated.
The Red Trail walk through scrub wood and crunching pine needles comes with a subtle scorched-cotton aroma, before topping out over sand dunes for the first blue water views.
The moderate walk is 5.8 miles of sheer delight, stretching far out to a marshy headland, before looping back along miles of flat beaches.
This is a peaceful place. A place where communication with others, with the land and sea and with one's self comes naturally.
One walk - many views (click on photo to go to album)
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