The thing I was concerned about is that even small waves crash around a lot in that inlet, so if bigger waves started up they would trap me. But there are handholds in the rocks, so if I could make my way slowly out of the inlet I would be fine. I am not even close to strong enough to make headway against big waves.
I have loved this cave since I met it a year and a half ago with my friend Max, but this is the first time I heard it "sing". It was the same as the sound old boats make in movies, which I have not heard in person. But it's kind of creaky and howly.
There is plenty of dryish sand toward the back of the cave, which is how I managed pictures- I brought my cell phone in an elaborately wound garbage bag and lurked in the back of the cave untying it. I have always felt scared to use the entrance on the left, because the waves soak it and it is so dark and there might be glass or anything. Maybe I can find a pair of cheap watershoes, because half of what I'm scared of is stepping on dangerous things.
Days like yesterday and today (I touched a lot of sea anenomes and found a craggy blowhole and wandered in the surf for an hour) make me wonder how I lived away from the sea for so many years, and how I expect to move away from it after I graduate. It's not difficult to feel connected to nature that's so immediate and engaging. Anyway, today the waves were medium, and I didn't want to swim in them because I was at the beach alone, as usual, also it was overcast. I am sure when the weather warms up more of my friends will want to go. But honestly the (barely) cold water is worth it.
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What a great adventure!
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