Paul B
NJRC Member
For the almost 9 years I have been living here about 100 yards from the sea I have walked on the beach just about every morning even if like today it is pouring rain, 4 degrees or the beach is covered in 3' of snow.
I have always lived fairly close to the sea on Long Island and although I have lived for a short time near the mountains while in the Army, I missed the sea and the smell of salt water.
It's in my blood and I just don't feel right if I don't go. I also lost 35 pounds by accident just by doing this mostly because the beach is 167 steps just to get down to it. And of course 167 steps to get back up.
In all the years I have been doing this I have only seen a handful of people there, mostly due to the steps and I walk very early, before sunrise every morning.
Sometimes the shore resembles mars. I rarely go to Mars but I assume it looks like this:
Maybe on Mars that "water" is mercury or Dr. Pepper. I don't know and neither does anyone else.
I always find interesting things on my walks, like these Alien artifacts in the middle of nowhere only visible at low tide.
Maybe Apache Indians come here in the mornings to have a Powwow.
Or worship their Chalk Rock God.
Many mornings I come across buoys that wash up during storms
Occasionally I find a relic from a lost time, like this 9' tall structure that doesn't seem to have a purpose.
It is not near any stairs and it's much too high to get to the beach.
Last week I found a dead Osprey Eagle on the top of it.
Two of three times a week I find a stranded horseshoe crab on the sand that apparently didn't realize the tide was going out and was soon to become seagull food. I always put these back in the sea which I think they appreciate, but the seagulls hate me.
I also rescue rock crabs and conch.
Last year I came across a dead creature which I believe to be a sea lion which was about 8' long and probably a thousand pounds. I notified the EPA which brought a front-end loader and took the poor creature away, maybe to bury in a non-sectarian cemetery.
If it is low tide, I can't resist lifting a few rocks to collect amphipods for my tank. For some reason, for the last 2 years they have been gone. I contacted the EPA but they don't seem to care and are mainly interested in giving summonses to people digging for worms and they inadvertently pick up a clam.
On my way home, I usually grab a picture of the golf course.
Or just the street light across the street.
It's just a nice start to my day that most people miss. Of course the 50 years I worked, I also missed it.
I have always lived fairly close to the sea on Long Island and although I have lived for a short time near the mountains while in the Army, I missed the sea and the smell of salt water.
It's in my blood and I just don't feel right if I don't go. I also lost 35 pounds by accident just by doing this mostly because the beach is 167 steps just to get down to it. And of course 167 steps to get back up.
In all the years I have been doing this I have only seen a handful of people there, mostly due to the steps and I walk very early, before sunrise every morning.
Sometimes the shore resembles mars. I rarely go to Mars but I assume it looks like this:
Maybe on Mars that "water" is mercury or Dr. Pepper. I don't know and neither does anyone else.
I always find interesting things on my walks, like these Alien artifacts in the middle of nowhere only visible at low tide.
Maybe Apache Indians come here in the mornings to have a Powwow.
Or worship their Chalk Rock God.
Many mornings I come across buoys that wash up during storms
Occasionally I find a relic from a lost time, like this 9' tall structure that doesn't seem to have a purpose.
It is not near any stairs and it's much too high to get to the beach.
Last week I found a dead Osprey Eagle on the top of it.
Two of three times a week I find a stranded horseshoe crab on the sand that apparently didn't realize the tide was going out and was soon to become seagull food. I always put these back in the sea which I think they appreciate, but the seagulls hate me.
I also rescue rock crabs and conch.
Last year I came across a dead creature which I believe to be a sea lion which was about 8' long and probably a thousand pounds. I notified the EPA which brought a front-end loader and took the poor creature away, maybe to bury in a non-sectarian cemetery.
If it is low tide, I can't resist lifting a few rocks to collect amphipods for my tank. For some reason, for the last 2 years they have been gone. I contacted the EPA but they don't seem to care and are mainly interested in giving summonses to people digging for worms and they inadvertently pick up a clam.
On my way home, I usually grab a picture of the golf course.
Or just the street light across the street.
It's just a nice start to my day that most people miss. Of course the 50 years I worked, I also missed it.
