On the way to Polihale State Park |
I had a skein of handspun light brown yarn tucked in my beach bag. I had spun it from my mother's Corriedale/Romney flock, from a sheep that happened to be light brown. It was also the color of the sunbaked dirt in the corn fields. As we pulled off the road onto the trail it was the color of the sand too.
We parked under a tree in the shade and walked out onto the seven mile long stretch of beach.
The site of Polihale is...hm... magnificent doesn't do it justice. It's inspiring!
I plopped down in the sand and got to work.