Hither Hills State Park

this place. is sacred space. i grew up here, every summer for a week, since i was three. thats 21 years now. i haven’t missed one. montauk love. hither hills, those moon-surface craters, those third dune pit parties… the hurricane waves, the sandcastle contests, the first time things, the shower line, the fire safety rules (when i was young we’d roast marshmallows over a big fire, but now that’s not allowed)... manhunt, wrecking the old bathhouse, initial carvings everywhere, the stairs, the movies, general store, the sunburns, the stink on the G H I side, those other stairs… the softball games, tetherball… sigh… hither hills is my montauk, and montauk, i love.