Sea Glass: The Search on the Shore
Part of the sea glass hunting elite, Nancy and Richard LaMotte are finding the treasures they covet harder to come by
Nancy LaMotte’s eyes are a clear blue-green, the color of antique Coca-Cola bottles, but brighter. She scans the sand at her feet: gritty knots of seaweed, smashed oyster shells, driftwood – wait! There, by that barnacled log! She bends to pluck a perfect turquoise lozenge of sea glass; while she’s reaching for it, she also spots an arrowhead. “Oh, look,” she coos. Though her smile is modest, the double whammy is a bit much for me, since the only treasure I’ve spotted so far on this Chesapeake Bay beach is a grimy scrap of plastic.