the beach least traveled
Florida has some beautiful beaches. Recently, we went in search of one famous for the largest outcropping of Anastasia limestone on the Atlantic coast, Blowing Rocks Preserve. Its unusual name comes from the up to 50 foot “geysers” created when wind drives surf through holes in the rocks. I wanted to photograph the beach at sunset and again at sunrise the next morning. On the day we chose, an easterly wind piled the sea high enough for some real wave action. We arrived in late afternoon only to find that the preserve’s hours are from 9:00 to 4:30! Disappointed, we searched for nearby beach access and found Coral Cove Park, also known as Little Blowing Rocks.
We found the beach deserted except for a few active shorebirds.
The next morning we crawled out of our beds at 5:00 and drove the 15 miles from our motel back to Coral Cove, determined to catch the sunrise. The waves had calmed somewhat and once again we had the beach all to ourselves. As the horizon began to glow, I readied my tripod, camera, and cable release for the big moment.
I set my camera free of its tripod and walked the beach allowing the fresh ocean breeze to envelop me as I took in the glory of this unique time and place.
Like every beautiful experience this one had come to an end. We left the beach and stopped on the way to enjoy a view of Jupiter Inlet Lighthouse.
I treasure the memories of this trip because it taught me to look beyond frustrated plans and hopes to seek and enjoy the beach least traveled.