“Roughly four thousand years ago, when swarms of slaves were finishing the pyramids in Egypt’s desert as burial palaces for her pharaohs, strong westerly winds were heaping sand up into these hills, sand that retreating glaciers had left after gouging out the Great Lakes, sand washed to the coast when lake water rose- thirty, forty feet higher than levels we know today- and eroded the land.”
-Gayle Boss, “Dunetop Dying”
On Sunday I went to Warren Dunes State Park. It’s too bad it’s not good for the dunes to be walked on, because they are a truly amazing sight to behold. They are always evolving shape and size. Warren Dunes is a masterpiece of nature complete with slopes impossibly steep and unbelievably high. Plus, I knew this was one of the last chances I would get to walk barefoot in the sand before winter. And honestly, finishing Tom Springer’s Looking for Hickories on the beach versus in my cinderblock dorm room? There wasn’t much debate.
Time passes slowly watching the water. Sometimes it’s so interesting though I can’t look away. Every second millions of waves are toppling over each other, pushing towards the beach. The water pulsates and it’s entrancing, almost hypnotic. After a busy week of school, with the promise of an even busier one to follow, going to the beach makes one slow down. There’s no internet and a cell phone is more than just physically burdening. It sounds ridiculous, but it’s so liberating to be free of that technology.