Black Dog
A steady stream of cloud cover moves in from the west, and I am grateful, for it gives my head, back, and shoulders a much-needed reprieve from the pitiless sun that has refused to move from its noontime position. I don’t recall these barrens ever taking so long to cross. The valley itself seems to have lengthened since my last visit. And it can happen that fast in this ever-changing landscape. The very light station I am seeking once stood on the east-facing side of Monomoy but now resides on the west-facing side. And yet the station itself has not moved. The wind and the waves are the culprit, taking sand and seed from east Monomoy and depositing it on west Monomoy over the many years, no doubt the reason the light station was finally decommissioned in 1968.
I spot a tall dun
