Little Beach, Big Waves
Little Beach is a small patch of sand cradled among scraggy rocks along the Marginal Way in Ogunquit, Maine, a resort village at the southern tip of the state. The Marginal Way is a path that wraps around the rocks and trees and seems to descend precipitously into the ocean; yet it guides visitors from Ogunquit to Perkins Cove, a fishing village dotted with artists' easles and boats that seem posed for a postcard. A quiet refuge from the umbrella-clad beach that extends several miles from Ogunquit to Welles, Little Beach is filled with sharp rocks, salt-bathed pebbles and water that chills the eyes at first glance. It is that cold. This is my memory of Little Beach, of course, forty years or so ago, when I was 10 and my Dad took me to the waterside in the morning while my Mom took an art lesson. I had my trusty float, a white blow-up raft adorned with turquoise blue designs and orange fish, equipped with a "see-through" panel to the sea below. Did I me...