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Tuesday, February 15, 2011
At the northern end of Plum Island - an island shared by four communities - sits a lighthouse and an old Coast Guard boathouse, built in the 1930s, now in sad disrepair. I say "sad" because of my side job. I work to save historic Coast Guard buildings across the country for a nonprofit organization.
From that northern point, though, is a beautiful view of the Merrimack River. We stood with our backs to the boathouse and looked to the flowing waters to find, among many other things, a thick-billed murre, a northern visitor who may be the same individual critter who spent a few weeks in Gloucester Harbor, to the south, earlier this year. We'll never know for sure, of course.
The northern end of the peninsula, while now silent save for the sounds of a dump truck hauling away a heavy load of snow and ice, just oozes thoughts of summer, of fried clams, sandy feet, bikinis and sunblock. It's places like this one I'm getting out of the way now. I don't want to be at seashore hotspots at the height of summer, for parking reasons alone. I'll bet Newburyport is a blast in July and August, but this year I've got bigger fish to fry.
Hmm, change that. I don't eat fish. No need to kill them just for my benefit.