The View
First light on the summit of Mount Mitchill. The wind off the Atlantic hits the ridge first; behind you, the Navesink River is still holding its overnight quiet. Between the two, a peninsula of pale sand runs six miles north to the mouth of New York Harbor and stops at the harbor's throat. Across the water: Coney Island, the Rockaways, the lights still on.
The peninsula is Sandy Hook. The ridge under your boots is the Navesink Highlands. They are two of the strangest pieces of ground on this coast, they sit twenty minutes apart, and they have almost nothing to do with each other.
The ridge is a Cretaceous sea floor left standing above the water — seventy million years old, and going nowhere. The Hook is a sea floor being built right now, out of sand that waves have dragged up the shore from somewhere else entirely, and it is still growing at a rate you can measure against a lighthouse. One is stranded. One is in motion. The temptation is to make the first the source of the second, and it isn't.
266 feet. That is Mount Mitchill's summit above mean sea level — the highest natural ground on the Atlantic seaboard between southern Maine and the Yucatán Peninsula. The superlative is a seaboard claim; further inland in Monmouth County, Crawford Hill stands higher at 391 feet, and the two figures are kept distinct. The hill carries the name of Samuel Latham Mitchill, the naturalist and senator who was among the first to write about the Navesink Highlands as a distinct geological feature. The height is why ships have found this coast for four hundred years. It is why the Dutch and the English and the French mapped the Highlands before they mapped almost anything else on this shore. It is why the U.S. Army built Fort Hancock at the foot of it. It is why the National Park Service watches it now.
Everything else in this chapter is downstream of the ridge and the sand.

