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August 26, 1999 - Hither Hills: a heavenly havenAugust 26, 1999 - The Suffolk Times - 7A Hither Hills: a heavenly haven Each year we try to get out to Hither Hills State Park at Montauk to camp during the busy months of July and August. It is so difficult, for they reserve 11 months in advance and it fills up fast. They are now scheduling for July 2000 and we hate to be com- mitted so far ahead of time. This week it just so hap- pened that my FOCUS son was camping out at Cedar ON Point County NATURE Park over by Sag Harbor when he by Paul decided, just for $toutenbuMh the heck of it, to try for a site at Hither Hills. Luck was on his side and he was able to pick up three days of a cancellation there, so they packed up their Shasta trailer at Cedar Point and headed to Montauk. Once there, they called us to join them, as you can have two cars at each site. In no time Barbara got out the pop - up tent and enough gear and food for a quick overnight with the crew. My job was to get the canoe on the pickup along with its equipment so we'd be ready to leave in the morning. By 8 a.m. we were off, heading for Montauk. It took the usual extra time getting through the traffic on the south side, but all that was forgotten when we rolled into the park and were greeted by two over - excited bubbling grandchildren on their bikes. How full of youth and sparkle they looked! After hearing of their camping adven- tures with only one mishap so far that involved a bloody toe, we all settled down to plan out the day ahead. There is so much land in the Montauk area now owned by the fed- eral government, state and county that we decided to set out with our young enthusiastic adventurers to explore some that we had not seen before. We headed out in our high - clearance pick- up to help us get around in some of the lesser -used areas. Years past we spent time in the walking dune area to the north. There, almost 50 years ago, Barbara and I tented on the shore of the neighboring Napeague Bay when we were first married. Later we explored the great shifting sand dunes area with our three kids and intro- duced them to that restless, often desert-like, area where the sands have blown and covered whole sections of a pine forest. It was also in this walking dune area that I once traveled with one of the great wildflower pho- tographers, Vinton Richards of Orient, to photograph the showy and beautiful white - fringed orchid. The road we decided to take today, if you could call it that, had many turnoffs; at one point we took a left fork that led us down to the bay. Here the trees were stunted from the cruel northwest winter wind that carries its salt - laden, stunting spray. We made a mental note of where we were in hopes of being able to find it again at another time but the trails and roads crisscross each other in so many places they leave little chance for reference. We did cross the Long Island Rail Road at one point. As we drove along, the road would become almost tunnel- like at times with the trees and bushes crowding in to get their share of the sun. We found ourselves every once in a while going up and down steep ravines; some had huge puddles at the bottom, one - axle deep, and I wondered if I'd made the right choice in taking on this adventure. I'd have to think twice before attempting this trip again. That safari over, we found a nice beach to have lunch and then headed back to our campsite. The first thing the kids thought of was a swim. Here is probably one of the finest ocean beaches found anywhere and the ocean was it its best while we were there. Of course, there was always great excitement as everyone fought the incom- ing waves that bashed us about. Back at the campsite each used the camper to change; then, completely revived and refreshed, all were ready to go again. Our afternoon adventure would be with the canoe and so we headed to the west side of Napeague Bay where we had years ago launched our canoe. This time we were greeted by signs say- ing, "No launching or parking without a permit "; $125 for violators. We finally found a spot where there were no signs and got the canoe in and were off to the outer reaches of the bay. We passed over vast beds of eel grass and where there was no eel grass there were clumps of rock weed sway- ing below. Shorebirds fed along the beach edge, building up their energy for their con- tinued flight south. They'll winter in the Caribbean or South America. We'd see small schools of baby bunkers about the size of the ones we see back home. The clear water was so tempting every- one wanted to try their face mask and snorkel and it was no time before we were all in the water viewing the won- ders below. Anyone looking from a dis- tance could see just our bottoms and snorkels moving along slowly. At one point my son and I ventured out into deep water and were amazed to find adult horseshoe crabs plowing up the bottom. Was it here that these ancient relics of the past spend their hidden life? We see horseshoe crabs in our home waters only in the spring when they come to the water's edge to lay their eggs; then they disappear, not to be seen until the following year. Through our masks we watched as they pushed small rocks, stones, shells and even clams out of the sand. We marveled at how they had disrupted the bottom. It was so uprooted that my son believed it could only have been done by man, perhaps by a clam - mer using tongs. No matter what it was, it couldn't take away from the horseshoe crabs' laborious plowing in brought the whole thing together. It was still beautiful out, the sun was still bright and I was itching or one more swim. Before I knew it, everyone was back in the water. We'd battle again the sparkling waves as they relentlessly rolled over us, the kids screaming with delight, the grownups never remembering the water so cold. Then it was into the bathhouses for a Suffolk Times photo by Paul Stoutenburgh Although rosa rugosa is not a true native plant, it Is commonly found along our east- ern seaboard. After its pink or sometimes white flowers fade, it creates the red - orange "rose hips" pictured above. High in Vitamin C, they make a handy snack for the adventurer. -t - - WILbLIFE RESOURCES 91, Pre -Grand Opening Special - Thistle at .75/lb COMPLETE LINE OF QUALITY BIRD SEED AT &BEAT PRICES 734 -2096 While under construction, hours are Sat. d Sun. 10 - 4 Cox Lane and Oregon Road, Cutchogue 11P search of worms and small mollusks they live on. It was a super day and we all grew hungry. It was time to head back. In no time we had the canoe back up on the truck and all the gear stowed. Back at the campsite we were ready for dinner. It was a cooperative adventure; every- one had a job. One cooked the ham- burgers, another got out the plates, sil- verware, etc., another husked the corn, someone fumbled with the stove to get it going while another cleaned up the site and took the garbage to the dump - ster. Each helped themselves to a siz- zling hamburger and slipped it into a soft bun. How easy and unregimented the whole affair was. Cleanup was the same way. Each did something that warm shower and back to the camp- site. We sat around the campsite just behind the dunes, where we marveled at all the rose hips that spotted the mass of rosa rugosa growing there. We waited as it grew darker so we could take in the movie the park puts on for everyone. All that's required is you bring your own chair. The movie was "A Bug's Life." The audience was mostly young people, but I must say I, too, enjoyed the spectacular animated film that most could relate to. 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