Given Sophia's love of coastlines, I knew she would also love this park and I was right on. Despite the north wind and mid-20s temps, she stayed by the water for hours, taking photos, watching the tide roll in, and absorbing the environment where ocean relentlessly pounds against granite. The stoic outcrops jut their chins towards the water and the ocean never ceases its assault, withdrawing with the moon, only to come surging back and flail against its obstinate opponent.
The north wind did knock the tops off the normal tidal assault on Thunder Hole, where the combination of rising tide and wave action in an eroded cave just below the surface creates a thunderous boom and can send spray a hundred feet into the air. She waited patiently for the big boomer, but had to settle for rumblings and not getting soaked by frigid Atlantic water!
...and I mean, she waited a long time.
One of the numerous angular "coves" where surf meets land. The clear water at the bottom of the photo is probably 10' deep.
Sand Beach was deserted.
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