The beach is no more that a couple of hundred metres walk up the road to the Atlantic Ocean. If you get a clear day, you can see the shores of Spain! Today wasn’t clear but overcast. Maybe tomorrow. Just beyond the breakers, hunting Porpoises in numbers surfaced to breath in a clockwise direction.
Joan and Kevin’s dog Lola had the freedom to run without human rules giving seagulls the what for. Debris was strewn at the high tide mark washed up from the boisterous weather earlier in the week. Being good global citizens, we picked up as much as we could hold or squeeze into a bucket that was half submerged into the powdery grit.
We took a drive out onto the Sandy Hook point where old barricks and battery enscarpments have laid silent for some time. Once a hussle and bussle military presence, it now lays in decay. There has been some effort in rejuvernating some of the old officer homesteads for public habitation or holiday homes. It’s quite a tranquil spot. On a calm day.
We climbed by car up to the Twin Lights State Historic Park. On a fine day you can see the Statue of Liberty. Again, the haze of grey dampened that opportunity. Weighing 10 tonnes and measuring 9.5 feet in diameter, the light house lens on display is powered by three 40 watt energy efficient light bulbs, that’s advanced technology for you.
The site is also the spot where Guglielmo Marconi on 30 September 1899 tapped out a message to be the first practical demonstration of wireless telegraph. We have experienced a lot of historical first’s to better mankinds existence which has been interesting.
The wander down the Ocean Avenue Boardwalk further up the road from home was the best though. We found a ‘Retro Arcade’ that had us challenging each other in Skee Ball which we had never heard of. A Kiwi came out on top as over all winner, well done Claire!
An Arcade isn’t an Arcade without the backbone machine that tests your hand and eye co-ordination let alone your character – the mighty pin-ball machine.
And there they were, a whole four rows of them dating back to before I we born. Fully lit up, fully operational, ready to play. It was Arcadian heaven!
As the shiney silver ball bearing bounced off cushion walls with dings and chimes, the push-button gates tapped frantically to keep the ball in play, the score board flipped over like the airport arrival/departure boards of the same era before the arrival of the electronic lettering.
Ching ching ching ching, tap, tap, tap, dong dong, ding, dit dit dit dit, flip, flip, ching, ching …