I trust you've heard the phrase "the rocky coast of Maine." It is that in spades. The rare sandy beaches are few and far between. And the phrase really doesn't capture the essence of the coast. "Where ledge meets the sea" may be more descriptive, if not quite so romantic.
Even rarer are pebble beaches - beaches composed entirely of rounded rocks that fit comfortably in your hand. There are a couple nearby. My mother would have us help her lug a bunch back home, where she would paint little designs and sayings on them and sell them at her church benefit. I use them in NJ as paperweights on our picnic table. They are beautiful and really quite handy.
Things sort of got out of hand when we were scooping them up like furtive criminals to form a base for the wood burning stove in our cottage. Picture my Sainted wife - skirt up - holding a bunch of rocks.
Oddly, I think the bystanders thought us weird.
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