Who needs summer crowds, or even summer? The original Intrepids (Bill Rawlyk, Jeanette Hooban, and I) literally basked along both bayside and oceanside of Island Beach last Sunday.
Silence. Limitlessness. Sea-borne treasures. Elegant fishermen. Ravenous seagull. Artemesia in winter. Sundown like peach mousse upon a slate-blue plate. Paradise enow…
Stroll with us. We nearly took our shoes off!
Can’t you just hear the cold jingle of these shells, as waves sip in and out?
Remember that this pristine perfection exists because courageous and generous people knew to preserve it. Do whatEVER it takes, and be generous with whatever land trusts speak to you, to extend preservation of open land, sand and water in our time.
Never forget — We ARE our fellow-creatures’ keepers.