Thoreau's Journal: 16-Jun-1857

From time to time, summer and winter and far inland, I call to mind that peculiar prolonged cry of the upland plover on the bare heaths of Truro in July, heard from sea to sea, though you cannot guess how far the bird may be, as if it were a characteristic sound of the Cape.

In a genuine Cape Cod road you see simple dents in the sand, but cannot tell by what kind of foot they were made, the sand is so light and flowing.

The whole length of the Cape the beach-flea is skipping and the plover piping.


pilgrimchick said...

The outer cape is very much like that--so much sand, a closeness to the sea you can't get anywhere else given the sea literally surrounds you on that spit.

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