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By: machiasschoen

Jan 27 2010

Category: Uncategorized

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Looking for Love on the not so Jersey Shore.

“IT’S a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds’ cries;
I never hear the west wind but tears are in my eyes.
For it comes from the west lands, the old brown hills.
And April’s in the west wind, and daffodils.”

-John Masefield

The west wind also serves to warm the hearts of wavesliders in every nook and cranny of Maine’s endlessly contorted coast.  Here in OOB the sound of a strong wind whistling west through the girders of the beach front ‘coaster means peaky break along miles of beautiful sand beach.  Summer brings music, and the excited chatter of thousands of French-Canadians, and winter brings views of icicles dangling from brightly colored rides  patiently awaiting the spring.

You won’t shoot the pier…


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