Thompson's Beach (Tuesday with Alfie)
I'll be leaving trip comments to a minimum here ... it's been a long (though wonderful) day.
Alfie and I finally took the walk out to the Delaware Bay abandoned community of Thompson's Beach this afternoon; yeah, the bugs feasted in drenching humidity... but watching all the horseshoe crab sex kept us going. (Photos of these critters in action have been withheld). Here we are embarking from the parking lot, past the gate, and hiking the old road (now a mud slog) to the bay and Thompson's Beach.
Thompson's Beach accessed
The old road entered Thompson's Beach at the center of the community. We walked south first.
Much in the way of pilings and debris was the call of the day, but this fireplace is the one structural remnant that remains intact.
Fret not about the kids seeing this horseshoe crab. It was the only one on the beach that wasn't making whoopie. As a matter of fact, it was dead.
The following photos were taken in north Thompson's Beach, where explorers are invited to kill themselves in rougher terrain. The choices were to either risk breaking one's leg on rocks close to shore, or to be eaten alive by evil insects in off-bay brush. Never gents to be making responsible decisions, we decided to risk our ankles.
More pilings, etc.
Thompson's Beach's final resident.
East Point is almost in crying-for-help distance.
God, I'm ugly.
Alfie McMullen
God, he's handsome.
Insect attack.