This is the final installment in the Camp Hero trilogy -The Beachhead.
Part 1-The Cliffs
Part 2 -The Woods.
On our way down to the beach, we passed these hillsides. I noticed that the soil was eroding rapidly around the base of the trees -they look the way kids drawings do, cylinders meet soil.
Turns out, these hills are the batteries. This is Battery 113. This entry is large enough for a truck to drive into. Check out the writing on the wall.
Its says "Closed To Public." Ha! No kidding. Do not enter? It's solid concrete. Would be cool if you could go inside though. On the opposite side, holes and filled holes.
This is where the gun would have been.
The lighthouse from the bluff. We are headed for the light patch just below the light.
The thicket. I have memories of playing in these as a kid. It is hot in there. Despite the 60 degree temps, it felt more like 90 on the thicket trail -no cool breezes make it in. The trail is a hardpack mixture of clay and white sand and follows the Paumanok Path.
The rocky shore.
A gradation of stones, sized by the action of the waves.
Pebbles.
Lichen on granite.
Mollusk.
Crab. Dead.
Approaching the bluff, it is covered in salt and barren of plants. The beach runs up to its base.
Up close I see these varying soil horizons. Sand and rock, clay, clay mixtures.
I smeared the clay to reveal its distinctive character.
In another area, sandy loam with aggregate underneath, above a reddish hard crust.
The sandy loam swirls around the clay, showing the forces that deposited these layers.
The groundwater springs from the cliff side, eroding the sandy layers above and beneath the layers of clay.
Recent fall.
Contemplation.
Rocky shore pictures are stunning...
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