I found the fossil of an ancient bone or tooth on the beach, a dark heavy fist sized curved remnant of a creature with a smooth protuberance abruptly broken off. I take it to the ranger at the Nature Center on the pier and she doesn't know what it is. "It is a fossil", she says.
There is one lonely fisherman on the pier, who tells me that he has fished here many times and knows where each species of fish swims, but none are biting today.
From the pier, I take the gravel strewn trail though the woods and over the bridge which spans the lagoon.
The cabins where we once stayed were on the other side of the lagoon on the finger of land on the shore of the ocean. The last time we came, we stayed in cabin 8 and the park gave us the use of a two seater golf cart to ride to the cabin over the lagoon as the road along the shore had already become impassable. The ocean came within 10 feet of our door. It was Halloween and there was a brilliant full moon. We had jackolanterns outside. The children dressed as pirates, ghosts and a little witch and found their candy hidden in low trees in the sandy area between the cabin and the lagoon. They walked the length of the pier in their costumes to the delight of the fishermen. In the dark moonlit night, Patrick drove us back though the woods, now and then stopping the golf cart to scare us all into screams.
Today there is no sign of cabin number 8, only the woods and trees and the sudden fall of the big oaks and palms into the ocean. There is, however, one blue cabin standing on its stilts forty feet out from shore, the water swirling around its base.
Soon the light in the Lighthouse will be replaced.
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