Because there’d been so much talk about the “super moon” and how it would be many years before the moon was thisclose to the earth again, last night, on a whim, I decided to take a ride to the one place I thought I’d get a good view of this anomaly: the beach.
The only beach I know of (so far) in my new ‘hood is Duxbury Beach so I plugged it into my “waze” and off I went. I found a few surprises when I got there which include, #1. the parking lot being replaced by dirt…lots of dirt…piles of dirt. There basically was no parking lot. And #2, I wasn’t the only ‘lunatic’ called to the sea for “super” moon viewing.
I met a couple whose names, I believe, are Dana and Peter (who told me there was no parking at Brant Rock. I don’t know where that is yet but will search it out one day soon) and a man with a lovely Indian accent.
Here’s a photo journal of how it went down….or rather, came up!
