Paul B
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This beautiful morning I didn't go for my beach walk. My wife wasn't doing very well last night and I wanted to make sure she was OK which she is and I am happy.
I cherish those beach walks as that is my happy place. I usually get to the beach in under 5 minutes because it is only a short walk to the stairs and a pleasant walk down 176 wooden steps.
I stop a few times on my way down to just watch the vast expanse or nature with very little man made things except the steps.
There are a few "landings" on the long way down where I look east and see the sun rise. It's always awe inspiring and starts me thinking of how lucky I am.
At the bottom I step on the rocks as this beach was formed by a glacier and it very rocky from tiny smooth pebbles to boulders larger than my house.
At one time, all those small rocks were as large as that huge boulder. If it's low tide, I cautiously walk on the algae covered rocks and look for flat rocks that I can lift to see the life under it.
Normally I find hundreds of amphipods, crabs and sometimes baby eels which quickly scuttle under another rock.
Those rocks are very slippery so I am very careful because there is no cell phone service here which I see as a plus.
The very rare times that I see another Human either fishing or walking their dog I notice that I have never seen one of them looking at their phone. I never look at my phone unless to take a picture and don't think I ever checked my E Mail on my phone. I grew up without a cellphone and those times were the best in my life.
As I walk there is a 150' sheer sand dune on my left. I alternate my walks to walk just at the bottom of the dune where all sorts of interesting nature falls down to the beach or I walk just at the breaker line to see what the sea has brought in at the last high tide which travels up about 75' or 100' almost to the dune.
A few times a week I stop to help a conch or stranded horseshoe crab who unfortunately is on his back and can't right himself.
I wonder if they remember me the next time they come close to shore.
I normally walk west to another set of beach steps which gets me to a road that I take back to my house, but sometimes when I get down the steps I walk east towards the sun. About 3 miles away are 5 WW1 shipwrecks half on the beach but only one is still visible and it is only large timbers. I have no idea why those ships were beached there so long ago.
I can look 360 degrees and almost never see anything man made except the stairs I came down. There are no sounds except the wind, surf and seagulls. Sometimes a fishing trawler sails by a few miles out and I hear the low drawl of his aging diesel engine.
On a clear day I can just about see Connecticut 25 miles out.
I can't believe I reached a point in my life where I can experience all this beauty. I grew up in New York and worked in Manhattan for almost half a century never realizing that places like this still exist.
When I bring people here, they can't believe the beauty and solitude, especially in New York.
As a small Kid my cousin built his own home here at 16 years old. He was on the Ed Sullivan show for this. (Google him) That was in the 50s and this place and much of eastern Long Island had few people here and the roads were dirt or gravel.
It has changed a lot but there are still some places left like this and I am so glad I can experience it in the short time I have left to enjoy it.
)This beautiful morning I didn't go for my beach walk. My wife wasn't doing very well last night and I wanted to make sure she was OK which she is and I am happy.
I cherish those beach walks as that is my happy place. I usually get to the beach in under 5 minutes because it is only a short walk to the stairs and a pleasant walk down 176 wooden steps.
I stop a few times on my way down to just watch the vast expanse or nature with very little man made things except the steps.
There are a few "landings" on the long way down where I look east and see the sun rise. It's always awe inspiring and starts me thinking of how lucky I am.
At the bottom I step on the rocks as this beach was formed by a glacier and it very rocky from tiny smooth pebbles to boulders larger than my house.
At one time, all those small rocks were as large as that huge boulder. If it's low tide, I cautiously walk on the algae covered rocks and look for flat rocks that I can lift to see the life under it.
Normally I find hundreds of amphipods, crabs and sometimes baby eels which quickly scuttle under another rock.
Those rocks are very slippery so I am very careful because there is no cell phone service here which I see as a plus.
The very rare times that I see another Human either fishing or walking their dog I notice that I have never seen one of them looking at their phone. I never look at my phone unless to take a picture and don't think I ever checked my E Mail on my phone. I grew up without a cellphone and those times were the best in my life.
As I walk there is a 150' sheer sand dune on my left. I alternate my walks to walk just at the bottom of the dune where all sorts of interesting nature falls down to the beach or I walk just at the breaker line to see what the sea has brought in at the last high tide which travels up about 75' or 100' almost to the dune.
A few times a week I stop to help a conch or stranded horseshoe crab who unfortunately is on his back and can't right himself.
I wonder if they remember me the next time they come close to shore.
I normally walk west to another set of beach steps which gets me to a road that I take back to my house, but sometimes when I get down the steps I walk east towards the sun. About 3 miles away are 5 WW1 shipwrecks half on the beach but only one is still visible and it is only large timbers. I have no idea why those ships were beached there so long ago.
I can look 360 degrees and almost never see anything man made except the stairs I came down. There are no sounds except the wind, surf and seagulls. Sometimes a fishing trawler sails by a few miles out and I hear the low drawl of his aging diesel engine.
On a clear day I can just about see Connecticut 25 miles out.
I can't believe I reached a point in my life where I can experience all this beauty. I grew up in New York and worked in Manhattan for almost half a century never realizing that places like this still exist.
When I bring people here, they can't believe the beauty and solitude, especially in New York.
As a small Kid my cousin built his own home here at 16 years old. He was on the Ed Sullivan show for this. (Google him) That was in the 50s and this place and much of eastern Long Island had few people here and the roads were dirt or gravel.
It has changed a lot but there are still some places left like this and I am so glad I can experience it in the short time I have left to enjoy it.
