It has been over fifteen years since I combed Crescent Beach; a year out of college and temporarily east for another summer in Maine before I moved back out west. Crescent is still one of my favs. While Portland has changed from a sleepy port town to a tourist mecca, Cape Elizabeth is still that tony suburb by the bay with miles of farms and prime oceanfront property. Crescent changes only with geological time. It is still a hop-skip and a jump from Two Lights, another fav state park amongst the many gems of our northern neighbors. It is still that perfect mix of sand and rock, refreshing tide and fresh water feeders. It is an explorers' dream.
We camped out right next to a feeder stream, winding down to the beach. After sailing down our boats and constructing a few dams, we headed off for a walk. Like many Maine beaches, Crescent is home to a stunning rocky outcrop, full of tide pools. We discovered an old lobster pot, and what looked like a vertebrae of some large sea creature. Sydney tossed old periwinkle shells off the rocks, followed by Lij.
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