The Beaver Moon, a full moon, on the night of a full lunar eclipse. Clear skies, calm winds. A great night to spend on the beach with a toasty bonfire.
Moonrise over the marsh.
Folks started to drift off one by one as the night wore on. Tom and I stayed with the fire until midnight, when there was nothing left but embers, and the wind – expected to be fierce by the morrow – finally swung around to the north and began to build.
I was amazed by how bright it was. The moon cast deep shadows on the sand, and laid a carpet of glitter across the Bay.
~ postcards from the road