What a long, interesting trip it's been
Pennies, nickels, dimes, and quarters from heaven? Not exactly. It took a lot of time and effort to find this cache of cool, hard clad.
Never could I have dreamed that metal detecting could be so much fun, and profitable, and psychologically rewarding before actually trying it.
Finding coins, lost jewelry, and trinkets is just half the reward.
The true reward -- for me, at least -- is the metal detecting journey itself -- the instinctive thrill of the hunt and getting in the thick of it. It’s also about communing with nature, learning how to relax for a change, and meeting interesting people along the way.
I am certain I've managed to inspire a few kids to take up the hobby.
Hindsight is near perfect vision. Who would have known that the unearthing of a single weather beaten penny at a state beach in Newbury, New Hampshire back in frozen April would energize me to visit over a dozen places to find hundreds of objects previously lost?
That dismal early start nearly crippled my interest in the hobby. But after watching other metal detectors on YouTube (my favorites are Ed the Beach Hunter, who makes finding diamond studded 24k gold rings look easy, and J.D.'s Variety Channel, J.D. Hunt being the very definition of persistence and comedic edutainment) I was inspired to keep on digging.
And it's been paying ever since.
My most recent treasure hunt was at Nantasket Beach in Hull, Massachusetts, my former home town for about a year before I decided to relocate to the Upper Valley in the summer of 2015.
A fine and bright young morning at Nantasket Beach in Hull, Massachusetts.
There is something so magical, even mystical, about Hull. It's a tiny splinter of a peninsula on Boston's South Shore that gets battered mercilessly during the coastal storm season and winter. The living here is cramped at best, and overcrowded during the summer tourist season. But every dramatic sunset and every cloud formation is uniquely different and always spectacular.
The aura of the town has kept me coming back time and time again.
Arriving at South Station in Boston on the Dartmouth Coach on Friday, Aug. 30.
Hull High School sits along the shoreline at Pemberton Point in Hull as my MBTA ferry approaches the gangplank for disembarking.
This past weekend I felt I just had to go and see what might lie hidden deep in the beach sand at Nantasket at low tide.
Here's what I found using my Garrett Ace 250:
$6.60 total -- not bad, even if I didn't find any lost rings or bracelets.
I returned home from my mini-vacation on Friday, and on Sunday, muscles still sore, I went out metal detecting once again: this time at Crystal Lake State Park Beach in Glover, Vermont.
There, I uncovered a whopping 12 cents.
That's how it goes with this variable hobby -- lucky strike one day, unlucky strikeout the next. You just have to keep at it.
You won't be disappointed:
My electronic piggy bank runneth over -- my total haul for 2018: 91 quarters, 35 nickels, 72 dimes, and 294 pennies.
Some other interesting finds: a guitar pick, sunglasses, historic Rhode Island token (no real cash value), earring, and assorted copper and other metal objects.
It's a hobby that keeps on giving.
That's a wrap -- for Summer 2018, at least.