March 08, 2007 - From city lights to island idyllThe Suffolk Times • March S, 2007 • 7A
From cit y lights to island idyll
In our wanderings here in Florida
we found a wonderful natural area
preserve. It was a gift to the public by
a gracious lady who had enjoyed the
area throughout her lifetime. Her wish
was to make sure others had the same
chance to see her world as she had.
It was a delightful area where you
could wander amongst native trees
and shrubs along wide and well -kept
pathways Every once in a while there
would be an
opening reveal -
FOC U S ing some special
ON view.There were
picnic tables
NATURE and benches
where you could
by Paul relax and enjoy
Stoutenburgh Florida as it
once was What a
wonderful world
it would be if those who have such
unique areas would set them aside for
the public to enjoy.
I'm always amazed when we come
across these unique gifts of the out-
doors I can remember Martha Husing
may, many years ago giving property
on a pond in Mattitudc to The Nature
Conservancy. It started other gifts to
the conservancy on the North Fork
and was the beginning of an era of
preservation. Since then valuable wet-
lands have been saved, bluffs along the
Sound, watershed areas — all valuable
assets to the people of the North Fork.
After leaving the big gazebo that
is used for educational purposes at
this preserve down here in Florida,
we headed for one of the big cities to
the south. We drove until we hit the
bumper -to- bumper traffic of the city
and wondered why we had done such a
foolish thing. I guess it was so we could
say, "We were there." It would show
us another side of Florida that most
people feel very comfortable with.
Our drive took us along the west
coast, which was saturated with mani-
cured lawns, elaborate landscaping,
and monstrous mansions of every size
and description. Each one of these
estates faced the blue -green waters of
the sparkling Gulf It would be inter-
esting to know how each of these pala-
tial estates was acquired. Where there
were no estates commanding the view
of the Gulf, condominiums rose and
captured the view.
As we drove along we could see
signs that read "Beach Access," which
meant if you didn't live on the Gulf
you were allowed to walk through and
onto the beach. All this wealth was just
the tip of the iceberg just a hint of the
Gold Coast found throughout Florida.
We even joined the tourists in the
city by indulging in double- decker ice
cream cones and, of course, like others
did some window shopping. The vaca-
tioners filled the streets, some buying
vacation outfits, others buying souve-
nirs of their vacation in Florida The
crowd of tourists reminded me of Fast
Hampton or Sag Harbor during their
summer days
We could see the traffic building
up more and more, so we thought it
was time to move on. Our destina-
tion before calling it a day was an
interesting little peninsula called Beer
Can Island. It had a right -of -way that
led to a broad, sandy beach that was
pockmarked with sun - worshippers
who glistened with sun cream, each
sprawled out on their newly pur-
chased beach towels.
What made us want to explore this
little island were the birds we hoped
to see and the unstable sands that
we were told prevented building on
the island. This island made the news
recently when a boat-
load of Cuban refugees
landed on this very
beach. What a contrast,
with our sunbathers on
one hand, and then the
desperate refugees hop-
ing to find a better life. It gave us an
odd feeling as we walked barefoot up
the beach.
It wasn't long before our walk on
the beach was halted by remains of
dead trees blocking our way. Evidently
the past hurricane season had taken
its toll. Everywhere, the downed dead
black branches and roots stood as a
reminder of the power of Mother Na-
ture. The mass of dead trees presented
such a barrier that we had to take to
the path in back of the beach that our
grandson found.
The path wandered through green
shrubbery, making an almost dome-
like cover as we walked
along enjoying the shade
it provided. We came
out to an overwashed
stretch of sand that
showed us the power of
the waves that moved
the sands into low dunes
Finally the path we'd been walking
opened up to a beautiful beach, where
families had come by boat; some of
the men fished while kids played in
the clean, cool waters of the Gulf, Just
offshore I watched through my bin-
oculars as 10 to 20 pelicans kept up
Our destination was
an interesting little
peninsula called
Beer Can Island.
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this great glue
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had a choice tidbit
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take long for some
of them to !earn
It's much easier to
take a free lunch
handout than to
search the shallows
for the possibility of
catching an elusive
killifish.
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Moto by
Barbara Stoutenburgh
a procession of headlong dives into
the water, their wings swept bads as
they made a huge splash. Their diving
was a sure sign of fish in the water.
Meanwhile, a noisy group of fish crows
gleaned the sandy beach in hopes
someone had dropped a morsel.
Behind this small park was the bay
with its calm waters and occasional
boat traffic that used the pass to go
out into the Gulf, The shades of green
spelled shallow water, but the channel
was well marked.
Our day was a relaxed but busy one.
We had taken on the bumper- to -bum-
per traffic. We walked with the tourists,
who were dressed in their new vaca-
tion outfits, and we had visited two
natural areas, where we found peace
and quiet. One visit to the city would
hold us for the rest of the season. We
walk a slower pace, one that reveals a
world of wonder each and every day.
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In our wanderings here in Florida
we found a wonderful natural area
preserve. It was a gift to the public by
a gracious lady who had enjoyed the
area throughout her lifetime. Her wis
was to make sure others had the same
chance to see her world as she had.
It was a delightful area where you
could wander amongst native trees
and shrubs along wide and well -kept
pathways. Every once in a while there
would be an
opening reveal -
FQCU$ ing some special
view. There were
ON picnic tables
NATURE and benches
where you could
by Paul relax and enjoy
Stoutenburgh Florida as it
once was. What a
wonderful world
When I stopped to
rest and see if the
fishermen were
having any luck,
this great blue
heron thought I
had a choice tidbit
for him. It doesn't
take long for some
of them to learn
it's much easier to
take a free lunch
handout than to
search the shallows
for the possibility of
catching an elusive
killifish.
Suffolk Times
photo by
Barbara Stoutenburgh
it would be if those who have such
unique areas would set them aside for
the public to enjoy.
I'm always amazed when we come
across these unique gifts of the out-
doors. I can remember Martha Husing
many, many years ago giving property
on a pond in Mattituck to The Nature
Conservancy. It started other gifts to
the conservancy on the North Fork
and was the beginning of an era of
preservation. Since then valuable wet -,
lands have been saved, bluffs along the
Sound, watershed areas — all valuable
assets to the people of the North Fork.
After leaving the big gazebo that
is used for educational purposes at
this preserve down here in Florida,
we headed for one of the big cities to
the south. We drove until we hit the
bumper -to- bumper traffic of the city
and wondered why we had done such
foolish mg. 1 pMrs-ir-was so we coma
say, "We were there." It would show
us another side of Florida that most
people feel very comfortable with.
Our drive took us along the west
coast, which was saturated with mani-
cured lawns, elaborate landscaping,
and monstrous mansions of every size
and description. Each one of these
estates faced the blue -green waters of
the sparkling Gulf. It would be inter-
esting to know how each of these pala
tial estates was acquired. Where there
were no estates commanding the view
of the Gulf,.condominiums rose and
captured the view.
As we drove along we could see
signs that read "Beach Access," which
meant if you didn't live on the Gulf
you were allowed to walk through and
onto the beach. All this wealth was just
the tip of the iceberg, just a hint of the
Gold Coast found throughout Florida.
We even joined the tourists in the
city by indulging in double- decker ice
cream cones and, of course, like others
did some window shopping. The vaca-
tioners filled the streets, some buying
vacation outfits, others buying souve-
nirs of their vacation in Florida. The
crowd of tourists reminded me of East
Hampton or Sag Harbor during their
summer days.
We could see the traffic building
up more and more, so we thought it
was time to move on. Our destina-
tion before calling it a day was an
interesting little peninsula called Bee
Can Island. It had a right -of -way that
led to a broad, sandy beach that was
„nr,kmarked with sun - worshippers
vho glistened with sun cream, jan
sprawled out on their newly p,based beach towels.
What made us want to exploittle island were the birds we hto see and the unstable sands twe were told prevented buildinthe island.This island made the
recently when a boat-
load of Cuban refugees
landed on this very
beach. What a contrast,
with our sunbathers on
one hand, and then the
desperate refugees hop-
ing to find a better life. It gave us an
odd feeling as we walked barefoot up
the beach.
It wasn't long before our walk on
the beach was halted by remains of
dead trees blocking our way. Evidentl
the past hurricane season had taken
its toll. Everywhere, the downed dead
black branches and roots stood as a
reminder of the power of Mother Na-
ture. The mass of dead trees presented
such a barrier that we had to take to
the path in back of the beach that our
grandson found.
The path wandered through green
shrubbe making an almost dome-
like cover as we walked
S along enjoying the shade
it provided. We came
out to an overwashed
stretch of sand that
showed us the power of
the waves that moved
t e sands into low dunes.
Finally the path we'd been walking
opened up to a beautiful beach, where
families had come by boat; some of
the men fished while kids played in
the clean, cool waters of the Gulf. Just
offshore I watched through my bin-
oculars as 10 to 20 pelicans kept up
uur aestma ion wa
an interesting little
P called
Beer Can Island.
a procession ui mauiviig ul -a —w
the water, their wings swept back as
they made a huge splash. Their diving
was a sure sign of fish in the water.
Meanwhile, a noisy group of fish crows
gleaned the sandy beach in hopes
someone had dropped a morsel.
Behind this small park was the bay
with its calm waters and occasional
boat traffic that used the pass to go
out into the Gulf. The shades of green
spelled shallow water, but the channel
was well marked.
Our day was a relaxed but busy one.
We had taken on the bumper- to -bum-
per traffic. We walked with the tourists
who were dressed in their new vaca-
tion outfits, and we had visited two
natural areas, where we found peace
and quiet. One visit to the city would
hold us for'the rest of the season. We
walk a slower pace, one that reveals a
world of wonder each and every day.