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Monhegan vs. Oregon: It is possible to regard M. intimately. It is within one's scope. Not Oregon: it is too vast. Topography comes in sections, and the total is beyond a day or a map or a view. The only memorable places are the too picturesque places where a certain combination of headland, sea, and sand come together in familiar combinations. But I suspect many other really wonderful combinations beyond the familiar would leap into one's consciousness over a longer period of acquaintance and time.

Monhegan vs. Tuwanek. The larger place (this) is more confining, strangely enough, and more restrictive of movement - because every step taken has to be a careful one, for the sharpness of the landforms, from the smallest fragment of calcite pebble to the ridges of mountainside as they plunge into the [[strikethrough]] sea [[/strikethrough]] water. There is a sense of impending change, always, at every turn.

July 3, 1971 - Sat. Another very sunny day - warm & vibrant. A walk over the rocks, about 100 yds, to a little beach where we dug in the sharp [[strikethrough]] sand [[/strikethrough]] gravel for butter clams, buried 3 or 4 inches [[strikethrough]] in the [[/strikethrough]] among pebbles. Got a pailful in an hour or less - and a few soft-shell (piddocks) clams, found under boulders. For [[strikethrough]] lunch we [[/strikethrough]] breakfast we had oysters (steamed open, then lightly fried), for lunch - crabs (small dungeness) on the porch, (on newspapers) & watermelon, for supper, freshly caught