A good friend lives quite close to a foot path that leads into Sunken Meadow Park. there’s a bridge that crosses a sort of a bayou that dumps into a large marshy area to the west, which is the direction this photo faces, and the Nissequogue River to the east.
We’re standing at the west end of the boardwalk on the beach at Sunken Meadow Park on Long Island. The beach is flanked by bluffs to the east and west; this one, I believe, is Callahan’s. The bluff to the east (not pictured) is at the end of Old Dock Road.
– on Long Island’s north shore, we go rocking 🙂
I wanted some stones I could stack on my desk in a Zen-like manner, so I went to Sunken Meadow State Park and found all these candidates.
There were also some slipper shells, jingle shells, muscles, oysters, an inhabited moon snail that might have been dead but I gave it a second chance, and a couple of very stinky, bug-infested channel whelks. I didn’t collect any of them. I was there for stones 🙂