Suddenly we look up and there seems to be something strange in the distance. Some weird….formations, of a sort.
It seems as though someone has made all of these rock piles, balanced precariously on each other. Like, hundreds of rock piles. We keep walking through them, and start finding our own rocks to add to the piles and see who can balance them the best. Ours of course, kept falling off, but whoever had done this meant business. Each and every stone was placed in such a way as to fulyl support the ones going on top of it. I feel like I could have thrown my whole body weight against these rocks and nothing would have happened. They were put together EXTREMELY well. And there were hundreds of them. Like, a mile and a half worth.
So, I was intrigued. I wanted to find out who had done this. I went to my trusty website, Forgotten NY and lo and behold, the newest entry was http://www.forgotten-ny.com/YOU’D%20NEVER%20BELIEVE/loretto/loretto.html
Apparently, a slightly off-kilter Staten Island Zoo worker, who takes our beloved groundhog, Chuck, home with him on the weekends to better acclimate him to human contact, does his rock piling as a hobby. Why? Just cause. Read the article here: http://www.silive.com/news/advance/index.ssf?/base/news/1168607727317060.xml&coll=1
So, I found a redeeming quality for Staten Island. There are still some people here who do things simply for the joy it brings them.