York Beach ME

Today I exited Park St. station as I do almost every morning on my way to work. Normally I would give the vendor outside my 25 cents for the Boston Globe, but this morning I only had 4 pennies in my pocket. Alas, no Boston Globe. I usually refrain from picking up the "metro," but this morning I felt ambitious (and I saw a neat picture on the front). The picture turned out to be a bridge that had collapsed in Cape Neddick, ME - near where my parents now live (which is York Beach, ME). I knew exactly where this bridge was. There is a great lobster shack at this bridge with a great view of the Cape Neddick River. There is also a beach that my Uncle Franny took me to which is across the bridge...

When I was younger, my uncle Franny took myself and my brother to this beach. I remember it having a lot of sandbars and deep puddles. I think there was only a beach there because the ocean's tide would greatly decrease the water level of the Cape Neddick River, thus providing this beach with sandbars and deep puddles to explore. In one puddle I had been turning over rocks, looking for crabs and other neat stuff. I felt something very strange on the bottom of my right foot. Was it a giant crab, a Sandworm about to bite the bottom of my foot? Being young, my imagination expanded. I look down and force both hands to feel around the side of my right foot. I grabbed it by the sides.... "Uncle Franny", I yelled, "What would you say if I caught a Flounder?" "I'd say your full of shit", He replied in a loving tone. So I held it up out of the water and showed him. I'll never forget the look on his face. I put it in my yellow pail (pale?) and later released it at Short Sands Beach in York, ME. That was a fun day.

Here are a few pictures of the rain damage:

Down the road from my parents house:

The bridge to the beach where I caught the Flounder:

By Short Sands Beach: