NOTES

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This section will absolutely be bolstered with history in a coming update; it's impossible to explain why I loved this location so very much, despite it quite literally being an empty spur of asphalt that fades into the Delaware Bay.

For now, I'll just put down a few things. Present day Caviar (now known as the Bayside tract) is remote— it is nestled in a far corner of one of the quietest parts of the state, and aside from a gorgeous little section of Greenwich preserved from the pre-Revolutionary days (Bacons Neck), there's not much else out here.

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The later 19th century saw this area as one of the nation's top sturgeon fisheries and caviar producers, though massive overfishing brought the industry to a close within a few decades. Traces of history are still here— a few pilings being consumed by the reeds, and we were told by a local that strong low tides will reveal some of the old railroad tracks, but much has been forgotten in this pocket of land.

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So why visit twice? Our first stop was in late Spring, and no amount of acting could conceal the dreadful plume of gnats and flies surrounding us from the instant we opened the car door.

 

Our second visit some months later was much, much more relaxing.