Hancock Grammar School
In Maine, Sand Beach is known for gorgeous views, and of course, sand. Though this tourist spot is an obvious desired destination in the summertime, the beach is crowded, traffic is dense, and finding a parking spot is nearly impossible. I happen to have discovered a solution, and it’s definitely worth sharing.
Beech Hill Pond at five o’clock, preferably in late July, is easily my most favored place to be inMaine. Seems a little over specific, doesn’t it? Though, there’s a method to everybody’s madness. In late July, the water is always the perfect. Not cold from the winter and spring, but not so warm it’s not refreshing when it’s hot. In ninety degree air, walking into that pond is the best feeling. The bottom is visible through the water, and you can walk for a while without it getting deep. You can only feel the top of the water as it glides on your skin. If not for that and the silky, muddy sand beneath your feet, youwouldn’t know you’re in water.
Why at five o’clock? Barely anybody is there at five o’clock. They’re heading home or getting settled into their camps. You hear the occasional frog croaking, kids laughing from camps, dogs barking, and soft waves lapping at the shore. The sun is setting, and the sky slowly changes from blue, to gold, to pink, all until eight o’clock, when the beach closes. By that time, though, you’ve already seen the translucent moon peek out from behind the trees, and the first, brightest stars start to shine. You’ve seen the sun morph into a giant orange globe and set itself softly behind the horizon, just enough so it’s peeking out from the tree line. You’ve seen the mirror of the trees, and the voluminous, pink clouds on the glassy water. You’ve felt the warm sunlight slowly evaporate off your skin until finally it’s gone, behind pine trees. You’ve smelt the woodsmoke from campfires, and seen it, too. You’ve had enough time to see at least one person jump off of the granite rock that lies a short distance of the shore, barely concealed by a thin veil of water.You’ve seen the twisted roots of the one strange tree that sits on the shore, and, most importantly, you’ve felt as if you were floating, as you easily just watched the world spin around you, all from your comfortable spot.
For the short hours you were there, the sky turned from a regular blue into an iridescent rainbow of pinks, golds, and purples, the intruding indigo sky a dark mine filled with sparkling, diamond stars, the moon the light shining at the end of the tunnel. You’ve seen the smallest portion of beauty portrayed in a beautiful painting, by no other famous artist than Maine itself. Downright natural, this small, secluded, seemingly dull spot, is filled with an unseen work of art that even Van Gogh’s work couldn’t compare, without even trying. Come on up for a stay.