Stand on the summit of Mount Mitchill at first light. Behind you, the Navesink River. In front of you, the Atlantic. Between the two, a peninsula of pale sand that runs six miles north into the mouth of New York Harbor and stops at the harbor's throat — the lights of Coney Island and the Rockaways visible across the water.
The peninsula is Sandy Hook. The ridge you're standing on is the Navesink Highlands. The sentence to hold in mind while everything else gets explained is this: the Hook is the Highlands, rearranged.
Every grain of sand on the Hook was once a piece of stone in the ridge. The two features look like different things because they are in different states of motion. The ridge is stone standing still. The Hook is that stone, ground down and carried north by the sea, still moving, still growing at a rate you can measure against the lighthouse. Both are the same body of rock.
The height under your boots is not incidental. At 266 feet above mean sea level, Mount Mitchill is the highest natural point on the Atlantic seaboard between southern Maine and the Yucatán Peninsula — a claim precise enough that it does not conflate this seaboard headland with Crawford Hill's 391 feet in the inland part of Monmouth County. The height is why ships have found this coast for four hundred years. It is why the Dutch and English and 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 and why the National Park Service watches it now.
Everything else in this chapter is downstream of the ridge and the sand.
