Story & Photos by John Vonderlin
from CCRP of the Cove’s entrance and a magnified view of a rock and its whitewater, right in the middle of that channel. You can almost see ghosts in the foam. It would have taken a lot of liquid courage out on the mothership before I’d be ready to attempt a nighttime landing there, even in a calm sea, with that monster waiting for me,
for which the beach north of Franklin Point gets its name. At first, when I read the name of this beach in an old newspaper article about relatively unknown beaches, I didn’t relate it to the large piece of driftwood pictured. I’d never named it, but thought of it as the beach with the upside down tree, missing its obvious likeness to the upraised fist immortalized at the 1968 Mexico City Olympics. How, who, and when, somebody went to all the work of creating this bit of whimsical and pareidolic art-play is a mystery to me. Whether they are the person who then named their creation and the beach to the west, “The Fist,” I also don’t know.
As you can see, thanks to the missing sand, the Cove is even more unfriendly now than it was decades ago. Compare the appearance of the Point’s dune field in the 1972 and the 2008 photos, and you can see why there isn’t much sand on the beaches south of Franklin Point these days. The Ranger’s re-vegetation efforts have been quite successful, but had the consequence of reducing the source of sand for the beaches locally. I guess you can’t have it all.