Last week my feet crunched across the stones of the battered shoreline of Pinel Island off the coast of French St. Martin. My adventurous husband and stepson were undertaking snorkeling reconnaissance in the seaweed-infested waters before I would venture in. The hurricane of 2017 forever changed the shoreline and the reefs.
The beautiful corals teeming with fish that we so enjoyed on a previous trip were choked by errant seaweed and trash. I stacked rocks and made amazing discoveries constructed by others (see photo), and in a moment, I was transported to 1981 and the shoreline of Lake Huron near the great lakes of Michigan where I was raised. The crunch of rocks underfoot took me there. Sound holds memories for me.
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