Eight years next month, May, I started a trip spanning six weeks, that took me literally coast-to-coast. (Sorry, Art Bell and George Noory, not your great program, Coast-to-Coast-AM, though) There were numerous stops along the way, several of which were definitely off route. One of these stops is the basis of this story.
I have in my possession an object of probably no financial value to anyone, including myself; but to me, it has a combined sentimental, historical and trivial value. I doubt that in many ways that it’s a one of a kind object, per se, but I’d almost bet that there’s not another in captivity as I write this, with these connections.
Back in mid-May of 2004, I started out on a trip that would eventually encompass 29 states. Today, not really planned, I ended up in state #3 of that long ago trip, and told it to the people with me, what had happened there, nearly 8 years ago.
In May, back then, my wife and I were walking the beach in Ogunquit, Maine, like we had many times before. We got back to the car and were getting ready to leave, when the brainstorm hit. “I’ll be right back,” I said as I grabbed an empty orange juice bottle off the back floor of the car and darted back down the beach. I bent over and filled the bottle with water being pushed in by the incoming tide. Screwing the cap on tightly, I returned to the car and put the bottle in the back seat.
My wife, a bit puzzled with my actions, asked what I was going to do with the water. I replied that I was going to take it for a ride.
And so the water traveled around the country with me for the next 6 weeks. Eventually, I ended up in San Diego, CA. Was I ever surprised when I asked where Del Mar was, to find out that it was literally next to San Diego, as Delmar is to Slingerlands. Needless to say, the next day I just HAD to visit Del Mar.
A nice little city, Del Mar is. I wander around town and chatted with the locals, to get a feel for the city. All nice people, no one saying a bad word about their city.
Sometime in the afternoon, I ended up strolling the sandy Del Mar beach.; but not before I had retrieved my bottle of Ogunquit water from the car. Yep, I poured that bottle of Atlantic Ocean water into the mighty Pacific Ocean, right there on Del Mar, CA. Why? Because it was a “thing” that I wanted to do, join the waters of both oceans, and what better place then a place that shared the name of my hometown. So with that part of my dream accomplished, I refilled the bottle of water with water from the Pacific.
That orange juice bottle ended up stashed in the back of my car, and remained stored there….for someday.
I’m a bit fuzzy on the next part of this story. I’m not sure if we made it back to Maine in 2005. I can’t recall any reason why we would have been there. So, maybe it was in 2006, when the kids took us to Ogunquit, to celebrate our 40th anniversary, that the story wrapped up.
The date is not so important to the story as is what happened. My wife and I were again strolling the Ogunquit beach, when once more the “I’ll be right back,” popped out of my mouth. “What’s going on?” my wife wanted to know, as I disappeared toward the parking lot. “You’ll see,” I shouted back. I’d just remembered that I had that bottle of Pacific water still in the car.
I started pouring the water from Del Mar, CA into the water of Ogunquit, ME. Ah, the meeting of the Pacific and the Atlantic! Yes!
Suddenly, the light flashed, about the time the bottle was about half empty. STOP, FREDDIE, flashed my brain. And I did.
Like I did a year or two before, I bent over and topped that half full bottle off with water from the Atlantic Ocean.
Now you know about my worthless dollar value souvenir, an orange juice bottle containing married water from the Pacific and Atlantic oceans, which today is still ‘read a newspaper through it’ clear. And best of all, it’s commemorative of the many vacations we took to Ogunquit and my trip to Del Mar…a genuine coast-to-coast adventure.