I had one, and it was on the south end of the old Anchorage Beach Club, which is now the Al Ferguson Surfing Beach. It was a big jetty which supported the beach at Sea Bright Beach Club heading south. I knew most every rock as I spent countless hours there watching the waves or just the sunshine off the water. It also provided a view of New York City on a clear day.
These jetties are still there under tons of sand that the gov pumped in to expand the beaches. Someone thought using mother nature for our leisure was a good thing. Unfortunately, we changed the ocean’s contour, which ruined an excellent surf spot when the waves got big. While this wasn’t very often, it made for some memorable days in the water. The manufactured beaches are why we have a shore break problem in the area. Unfortunately, some have paid the ultimate price so the rest of us have enough room for our oversized asses. We all but ignore the fact that the jetties themselves were an attempt to capture the oceans’ course and swimming sand to make a beach.
The jetty could be a magical place. You could be lost in vision and thought at the same time as you sat on the right flat rock, avoiding a chunk of gravel cement or a pole hole from a fisherman. The stories, images, and experiences in these places are lost like sand passing through an hourglass – think mortality and the freemasons, not The Days of our Lives.
Time does fly, but if we can’t see or use them, I take some comfort knowing the rocks are still there and peak through to say hello after a big storm. I have a lifetime of memories of hours alone on them. That’s good enough, I guess.