Just past Deep Hollow Ranch, the oldest cattle ranch in America, are the perilously crumbling bluffs at Montauk Point State Park. Or are they located on the seacoast section of Camp Hero State Park? We zipped onto the Camp Hero Military Area exit, immediately prior to the Montauk entrance, to take a peak and unpack our lunch.
Ours were the only tracks in the sublimely silent snow covered picnic area on this borrowed not-quite-springlike day.
The glacially formed bluffs, accessed through Camp Hero, invite an ever closer look to peer over at the beach below. Though the signs warning to keep a 25 foot distance to avoid tumbling over should the edge give way add a touch of adrenaline to the view.
Once we'd strolled as far as the path allowed, we moved on to Montauk Point to find the cafe open and the lighthouse closed. I was delighted to find my favorite kind of beach - better for exploring than sunning. Elliott picked up rocks, Shelaine shells and Benedicta dug up a still frozen seaplant that resembled a vertebrae.
As the sun receded and our toes began to shiver we climbed up to the cafe and warmed ourselves ski-slope style in front of the dancing fire before driving to Sag Harbor for dinner at Spinnaker's to fortify ourselves for the two hour plus return to Manhattan.
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