Our staff was all over SE Massachusetts as a nor’easter (blizzard to some, but only two of our staff really got snowed on hard) struck. Our people on Duxbury Beach got whaled on. The houses in the top picture are on a road about 200 yards back from the beach, and is from Diane Cheverie Mann. The wave hitting below was as fast as I can snap off three photos.
Yes, we did a lot of shooting from out of the car window. Every time we shot from near the wall, we got soaked. It was like after the tiger attack in Apocalypse Now… “ Never get out of the boat.“
This is us being too wimpy to get out of the car at another point on the same street (Ocean Road North, Duxbury).
Not storm related, but I never miss a chance to use the disembodied neon tuna from Sandwich Marina, especially if my phone or the odd storm lighting fail to catch the fence he’s attached to. We get back to the storminess as we drive through Duxbury in the video below.
We tried to catch the surf in a bunch of towns. We started in Sandwich, but it was pre-storm and we didn’t get any worthy ocean shots. Sagamore Beach was better, but we had bigger fish to fry.
This is where the Great Salt Marsh meets Duxbury Bay. Much of the flooding you see in the Duxbury pictures is actually the marsh flooding back towards the beach, which is sneaky if you just moved to the area and rightfully expect that your flooding problems will mostly involve waves breaking on your house. No waves hit any houses on Marginal Road or East Pine Point Place, but they had extensive saltwater flood damage. My boy Rollo lost a Jeep Laredo. Sara Flynn on the camera, btw…
We have had some complaints about South Shore bias, so we worked some North Shore action into the mix. This is Revere Beach, courtesy of Rachel Salvo or one of her students.
The video below is Brant Rock, I believe, up by where Charlie’s used to be.
I love this guy. I was gonna go chat him up, but I never disturb an artist at work. It’s like waking a sleepwalker, you just don’t do it.
Manomet, near the Lobster Pound or whatever they call that. Much of American history is shaped by the fact that Myles Standish and company didn’t get hit with a big storm like this until 1635, at which point they were already too invested in Plimoth to sail back to Europe and be like “They have winter hurricanes, f*** that place.”
I think this is the Fairview in Marshfield, right around Time To Get Away O:Clock.
Manomet is where the real wave action ends on the South Shore, but it is a good thing that they are perched on these cliffs. The lobsters at the Lobster Pound might revolt if the Pound went underwater, maybe start serving People Food.
I have been in media for some time, and I can say that it is never a good thing when the news van parks in your neighborhood. I always felt badly for the 60 Minutes reporters. I bet that even close friends got a bit nervous when they saw Morley Safer walking up the path to their house. It was probably very subtle and momentary, but I bet Safer noticed.
This video, I believe, is also Brant Rock. May be Manomet, I’ll edit this when I talk to the right shutterbug.
(Editor’s Note… Brant Rock, up by the Fairview)
Courtesy of Sara Flynn, sea ice floating down Pine Point Place in Duxbury.
Courtesy of Rachel Salvo, cars flooded and frozen with seawater outside of Gloucester High School.
From Libby Carr, the Hummock River in Duxbury. Oh wait, that’s Hummock Lane in Duxbury, and it’s not of body of water… in theory, anyhow.
The adorable Teresa Neves, submitting proof that at least Taunton had a regular blizzard and not a miserable grey saltwater flooding horror show. More from Taunton below…
Jessica Allen, striking back for the grey fans in Brant Rock. That’s fifty shades of Nor’easter Bleak right there, hustler…
Duxbury Beach, below…
From Trish Hannan, a shot from Ocean Bluff.
My sister Sheila lost her stairs to this storm, and this may very well be the wave that took them. This is Duxbury Beach, btw…
Brant Rock, a day after the storm…
Duxbury Beach, also a day after…
Until next time, try to stay on the sunny side!