Fury Cove. May 27, 2013
01 June 2013 | Posted at Prince Rupert
Photo: A white “sand” beach in Fury Cove.
Sunshine glittered off the water of Fury Cove as boats got ready to leave. Steve was deep in the bilges of Perdon, helping them with a broken bilge pump. I saw my chance to escape. Climbing in the dinghy, I rowed ashore to a beautiful white sand beach. As I pulled away from Osprey, I realized I’d forgotten my camera. But surely I could take a little row and a walk on a beach without having to take a picture.
I beached the dinghy and stepped ashore. The beach crunched under my feet. Looking down, I noticed the beach wasn’t sand; it was clam shells. Fine-ground shells were close to the water. Farther up, larger chunks replaced the fine-ground ones and in some places whole shells packed together in clumps. The islands surrounding Fury Cove are made of hard volcanic rock, with the result that there’s no source of sand to feed the beaches. Instead we had a beach of clam shells.
I remember learning in college oceanography about a beach in California made up of nothing but tin cans, sorted into sizes by the waves. Shells are much nicer.
So much for there being nothing to photograph. I returned to the dinghy and rowed back to the Osprey for my camera.