BIG pile of sea shells at Blind Pass!

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BIG pile of sea shells at Blind Pass!
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Strategizing with Tootie via email, text, and finally just a plain old phone call last night. We noted that high tide at Blind Pass (between Sanibel Island and Captiva Island) would be more or less midnight, and low tide would be more or less 4:00 AM. Thus was born the idea of a 2:00 AM Booty Raid. We agreed I’d get to the house around 1:15 AM.

Earlier in the evening, it had been determined that Friday after work, Chris would drive down to hang out with me here in Lehigh, and we could drive out to the beach and la di dah all weekend. So I whiled away some of the time by making sure the guest room was dusted and vacuumed, and that it had clean sheets on the bed, and I also cleaned the guest bath and added fresh towels, etc. Texted Chris to let her know what I was doing and got back a “w00t!”

Got in the car at 12:30 AM. Going over the causeway toward Sanibel Island, I realized that not only was it coming off of high tide, but the sea was just FULLER somehow. I guess that is compliments of Hurricane Ike (God bless and save those poor people in Texas), and I wonder how long it will take to recede. Arrived at Gary’s a wee bit too early, but that’s ok because I got to take the tour of the amazing sea shells they’d found the night before. There’s at least one eye-poppingly huge whelk among their treasures, and I got to see some of the incomplete junonias but the whole one was buried in the bucket somewhere. Tootie had gotten some operculums, which she gave to me, and I went back and forth with Gary a bit on whether or not the plural of “operculum” is really “operculii”. At the very least, it made him giggle, so I think I shall say “operculii” from now on. He accuses me of liking and collecting operculii because I like saying the word. There might be some truth to that. I just remember being thrilled the first time I found one and it suddenly dawned on me what it was! I thought it was way too cool for words to find an operculum.

Finally it was time to go. We all piled into the car and made our way down San-Cap Road to Blind Pass. I looked at the clock on the dashboard as we drove; it said 1:38 AM. The tide was still pretty high, and one section of the parking lot was roped off due to storm erosion. I decided to be on the cocky, confident side and left my mesh bags in the car in favor of a large blue bucket. It’s not a sand pail. It is the size for mopping the floor. I wanted to send a strong signal to The Universe that I was prepared to haul in quite a bit of booty as we raided the coast of Santiva.

The pile was MUCH more vast than it had been on Labor Day. It stretched from the rock jetty all the way back to nearly the start of the Sanibel side of the bridge, and it was very wide. The backside of the pile thinned out but still kept going a fair distance toward the bridge. On the surf side, it was like cliffs that dropped abruptly and steeply toward the sea. The waves were not huge, but they were rougher than normal.

Once again, the order of the day for me seemed to be whelks and figs. If pen shells were worth something on the open market, I could have retired on what could have been picked up there last night. Pen shells, pen shells EVERYWHERE. If you dared to wade in the surf, they would pelt you in the shins when a wave came. The other thing that was present in abundance was live cockles. They were just everywhere. If they showed some initiative (chattering, actually pedding about), they got a rescue. Also found several live mac and cheese, banded tulips and whelks – and one LIVE paper fig! I’ve never seen one of those live before.

There was one spot we kept watching as the tide went out. There was some sort of natural split in the pile, about in the middle I guess – certainly, aligned with about the middle of the bridge – and right after that split, there was a spot where you could see stuff in the surf, but you could not really get to it because of the aforementioned shin-pelting that would result if you tried to stand out there and scoop. Those pen shells REALLY become the secret weapons of the sea. It’s her way of saying, “Oh no, you did NOT just try to plunder my booty!” However, it was possible to scurry down there during a receding wave, snatch something, and scramble back up to the relative safety of the top of the pile before getting “shelled” with missiles again. One such time, Gary was able to scoop up a great prize with his claw – a moon snail/shark eye the size of a doorknob! WTG, Gary!

As the tide went out, it dragged stuff off the pile, revealing other stuff, and then it would fling still more stuff back up onto the pile. Tootie found more OPERCULII for me there at the sea-side edge of the pile, and there was a constant fresh supply of figs – figs, figs, everywhere you looked there were figs and more figs! It’s been like this since Hurricane Fay several weeks ago – abundant supplies of paper figs from the Lighthouse all the way out to Blind Pass. It makes you wonder what could have happened out there on the bottom of the sea to cause SO many of one species to die and send their exoskeletons up to the shore for collection.

Finally, we were pretty much done. My bucket was more than half full. At no time did we see the pile last night in daylight, so there are no photos. I think Tootie might have some on her blog from the day before (and you should go there anyhow and see if she has posted a photo of her junonia!).

We piled back into the car and headed back to the house. I did a pee break and headed for home. Put the bucket right in the kitchen sink and added water and bleach. Stripped off salty clothing, showered, and fell into bed at 5:55 am, first setting the clock for 7:30 am. Was online to work by 8:00 am. Have been working on this report between phone calls most of the day.

I don’t have any photos yet. After the shells are clean and laid out to dry, I will photograph them. I have the feeling I need to go buy more bleach….

6 thoughts on “BIG pile of sea shells at Blind Pass!”

  1. What an adventure. I would get so excited I’d want to take everything I saw home which I’m sure there are a lot of broken shells not worth getting. But I’d get them. Open market? Does that mean you do this to sell them?

  2. Even without photos, you have such a way with words, Tink. I felt like I was along for the adventure…without getting shelled, of course! 😉

    Can’t wait to see your booty! LOL!

  3. Thanks so much for the post, Tink! Even though you weren’t able to post pics. yet, I almost felt like I was there! I so wish!

  4. I don’t sell my shells! I love my shells! But sometimes I give them away. For instance, sometimes I am hosting a niece or a friend and we go to the beach and there are no shells that day. Instead of letting them go home empty handed, I let them shell in my closet where I keep the ones I’m not displaying yet. No one has yet been unhappy shelling in the closet! 😀

  5. Great post. How do you guys see in the dark???? I went to Access 6 today and found a couple of shark’s eyes (not as big as Gary’s) and a couple of Olives. Mostly kibbles and bits though. But I did find a big operculii!!!!! Or is that operculum??? LOL

  6. I can’t stop moaning. I am happy for you but (groan). I have never found an opercuthingy, and wonder if I would know one without its shell?

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