June 27, 1996 - A Wet, Winged Weekend in Montauk8A • The Suffolk Times • June 27, 1996
A Wet,, Winged Weekend in Montauk
Believe it or not, we went camping in
the rain last week over at Hither Hills
State Park in Montauk. Usually you can
get a campsite before the summer season
starts, but beware after school is out.
Then, unless you've put in a reservation
ahead of time, all spots are usually filled
up. As we drove through the campsite we
knew the rainy, foggy weather had put a
damper on many campers, for their tents
were deserted. People who live on the
island left their sites and ..
went home, hoping to
return when the weather
cleared. There were still a
few tenters sticking it out.
They were the rugged ones.
We had come in our little
camper and were warm and
snug.
As we ate supper the rain —
came down in earnest and the only thing
moving outside was a seagull walking
from campsite to campsite to see what he
could find. Later we'd see that same
seagull up on someone's picnic table,
where he had found some food they left
behind. Mr. Seagull was working on it
and enjoying a free meal. Not only do
you have to keep your food put away
here because of inquisitive gulls, but you
probably have to be on the lookout for
Mr. Raccoon who, too, would never miss
a chance for a free meal.
Bird life in the campsite was as meager
as the number of tenters. A few robins
hunted for worms while the ever - present
starlings marched about like storm troop-
ers probing their yellow - pointed bills in
and around everything. They always
seem to be in a hurry. Already most have
brought up one family of young. I see
flocks of these young starlings (20 to 30)
telling me how efficient they are in nest-
ing. There were a few grackles raiding the
garbage bins and a lone crow that seemed
to be calling commands to everyone. Two
cormorants flew from north to south out
over the ocean probably, like all fisher-
men, looking for a better spot to fish.
boats coming in with their catch. Stripers
and blues were the main catch of the day
as we walked along the pier where they
were cleaning the fish. I like to watch for
I can always pick up a pointer or two
from the experts. In today's world most
people want their fish without any bones
so the person cleaning the fish is forced
to cut away a lot of good meat. Sharp
knives are a must when it comes to fillet-
ing and the sharpening stone is usually
. not far away; with every
other fish the edge of the
knife was retuned.
Years ago all the remains
of the fish, after they were
cleaned, would just be
dumped overboard at the
dock — no such thing
today. Regulations no
longer allow this to happen
and there is good reason for it. It's all part
of the effort to keep our waters clean.
Farther along we came upon a charter
boat that had caught some sharks. Here
steaks were being cut and put into bags
of ice to be put in a chest for transport
home. These were blue sharks, sleek and
beautiful. I wonder how long this shark
fishing will continue before they, too,
will be on the endangered list. We saw
one party boat come in with many of the
people disgruntled for their day had been
a windy, rough, cold, few -fish day. I'm
sure much time was spent below with
some probably not feeling too well.
Rainy Night in Camp
Back at the campsite we settled in for
the night catching up on those many
magazines you never get a chance to read
at home. Next morning, about 7, we were
up for bacon and eggs and ready to take a
walk on the ocean beach. By then the
rain had stopped but the fog and east
wind continued.
Ours were the first footprints out on
the beach as we headed to the west. We
could see the dune line had been eaten
away by some previous storm. Ocean
beaches come and go, they are always
changing, but this one was now in the
process of rebuilding itself. Dune grass,
the pillar or foundation of all dunes, was
trapping the blown sand and holding it as
the dune built up. What makes dune
grass so remarkable is its ability to with-
stand being buried by the blowing sand.
It's never smothered as other plants
would be by the mounting sand. Its long
tap roots go deep into the sand below and
Focus
on
Nature
by Paul
Stoutenburgh
A Little Shopping
We had forgotten a few things so we
went to the local IGA in the village of
Montauk. The rain had put a damper on
things here, also, for most of the village
was quiet and in no time Barbara was
back with the supplies she needed. See-
ing we were not far from the docks at
Lake Montauk we decided to visit them.
It's always a great spot to see the charter
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75 Years Ago
June 24, 1921
Greenport News: A government buoy setter
and lighthouse tender has been in Peconic Bays,
resetting channel markers, painting buoys, etc. Lights
on Spindle Shoal and the end of the government
breakwater in Shelter Island Sound now guide the
mariner through the main channels.
Make a Deposit: The Peoples' National Bank
of Greenport announces that deposits made in the
interest department on or before July 15 will draw
interest at 4 percent per annum from July 1, left on
deposit six months. One dollar will start an account.
50 Years Ago
June 28, 1946
Airport Land Bought at Orient: The pre-
dictions made at the end of World War II regarding
the popularity of private aviation was demonstrated
this week when a five -acre parcel of land at Orient
Photo by Paul Stoutenburgh
HERRING GULL — Seagulls are clever scavengers. Here one calls out to
tell the world how smart he is. He has just stolen some food from an
unguarded picnic table.
keep it green in the hottest of weather.
Another sand stabilizer is the rosa ru-
gosa rose that grows in the swale and
quiet areas. This seaside rose can stand
the salt spray and heat from the dunes. It
is not a native plant but one of Asian ori-
gin that has done well all along our east-
ern seaboard. Right
now its deep -pink
flowers are forming
rose hips, those mar-
ble -sized pods that
turn red - orange when
they are ripe. You can
eat them raw but they
are full of seeds. As
they are high in
Vitamin C (remembet
Rose Hip Vitamin C you buy in the
store ?), we often add them to Barbara's
jams and jellies for flavor and color.
Along with the regular pink flowering
rosa rugosas there were many plants of
pure white. Both bushes were as healthy
as you could ask for without a spot of
insect damage. I wish 1 could do as well
in my garden.
As we walked along the beach old
familiar objects came into view. There
were the big surf clam shells that are so
clean and weathered they are hard to re-
sist picking up. Then there was the rock -
weed with its air pods that snap when
you press them together along with the
familiar blades of eel grass that once
grew in our own bays in great carpets.
Eel grass died out because of some dis-
ease in the 1930s and is only now start-
ing to come back in some of our waters. I
guarantee you if we could ever get it
back in our bays as it once was, we'd
have scallops galore
again.
Then we found the
shell of the "black
clam," a clam some-
what in the shape of
our hard clams but
with a black -brown
coating on its shell.
We'd seen occasional
ones of these at Fire
Island but never in the quantity we saw
here. Another small interesting shell only
an inch across was the chestnut astarte, a
thick - shelled clam that once seen you
won't forget. Barbara even found the
walnut -size, soft, spongy -like growth
called sea potato. It grows on rocks. It's
actually a seaweed that has been broken
away and washed ashore.
It was good to be back on the ocean
beach where years ago we spent so many
pleasant summer days while working for
the seashore at Fire Island. The fog and
dampness had tried to dampen our spirits
but the lure of the ocean beach is always
there no matter what the weather.
I wonder how long
shark fishing will
continue before they,
too, will be on the
endangered list.'
Point was purchased by Charles Rose from Rufus
Tuthill for development as a modern airport. Work on
the new airfield will start this fall, immediately after
the crops on the land have been harvested.
Mr. Rose plans to construct hangars and lay out the
field in accordance with the latest flying fields. The
sale was made by attorney Henry Booth Moore of
Greenport.
25 Years Ago
June 24, 1971
Editorial: It is difficult to believe that Green -
port, which has been waiting quietly on the sidelines
for the last generation, has suddenly turned from the
ugly duckling into the potential swan. There are three
new projects bidding for attention to further improve
the economics of the area and herein lies the source
of some future friction.
The most advanced is the project of the commer-
cial seaport in the area of the the railroad dock. The
plan apparently carries the blessing of state and fed-
eral government officials, but still requires an agree-
ment with the Long Island Rail Road, which owns
the pier.
The second project is the suggested railroad muse-
um and local steam train that would run from Green -
port to Riverhead. This project has the appeal of
attracting more tourists; its problem, however, is that
it conflicts directly with the commercial seaport con-
cept.
The third project, an aquarium, has received uni-
versal approval in principle and looks to be a certain
success when the financial hurdle of raising about a
million dollars has been cleared. One of the nice
things about the aquarium idea is that it does not con-
flict with either of the other two.
Some think four small ships a month will hurt the
tourist trade, others think it will help. Some think
crowds will flock to ride an ancient steam engine
train to Riverhead and back. Others find little thrill in
this and doubt whether it will work. The debate
grows sharp and it looks to be a long, hot summer.