This is not a surfing post. This is not a post about a synchronized cheering section at a football game. This is not a post about a tsunami or rising sea levels … but I want to tell you about the North Haven Wave.
First-time visitors are always surprised after we pick them up at the ferry and drive them back to the Cookie Tree Farm. They observe that when we approach an oncoming car or truck, I lift my right hand from the steering wheel in a greeting. It happens two or three times before they ask “Do you really know all of these people driving towards us today?” In response, I usually say something like: “Well, not all, but that’s what we do to greet each other.” In fact, in the off-season, I do know every car and truck – who owns it, who the owner is related to, and where it’s likely the owner is going.
Over time, I’ve learned that the “wave” is not unique to North Haven. On another island where we spend time in the winter, people also wave. Of course, there are few cars there; most vehicles are two-wheeled or golf carts, but the principle is the same: We’re sharing this small piece of rock and sand sticking out of the ocean and therefore we engage in this ritual greeting that would be presumed to be weird in a city of any size.
There are many different styles of “wave”. The one below is probably the most typical:
This one is certainly the most subtle:
These people were just here for the weekend, excited to be participants in our special form of road love:
She didn’t realize that her old friend from the sailing program was on-island:
This is clearly the most dangerous:
And this shows how young we start doing the “North Haven Wave”:
More about Cookie Tree Farm: http://NorthHavenWaterfront.com