Finally, the weather was SO beautiful that the sock and I went on a real trek. I took the sock along to just about my favorite spot, of all spots, the rocks of Sachuest Point. I've been walking these rock cliffs for many (many) years, long before it became a wildlife preserve. It was, as much of this country's coastal property once was, a military site. Bunkers, like mole hills dotted the landscape. It was a great place to explore. The gun turrets have washed away in one hurricane or another and if there had been a lookout, it too has been gone for longer than I've known this place. Back then, The land, the rock cliffs, the heath and the stone beaches were unlike anything I'd ever seen elsewhere. I fell in love with this place. Through the years, I've snorkeled off the rocks for mussels, sunbathed high up on the ledges, hiked the trails, and best of all.. searched for rocks. I've never left without a 'new' rock or two or as many as my pockets can hold. Some people do shells, I do rocks.