Amoeba and I drove around the end of the island tonight and parked the car on a cliff above the beach at Cattle Point, then we climbed down the embankment. I noticed as I was climbing down that the soil was very sandy. I slipped and slid a couple of times, grabbing at the grass on the edge of the trail. It offered no resistance. Its root were extremely shallow and it just pulled free of the dirt.
After wandering down the beach and around the point, I climbed the cliff face there and again noted the extremely sandy soil. Once atop the cliff I forgot all about it and started snapping pics of the lighthouse and scenery. Amoeba and I discussed the extreme erosion that has bared a good (or bad, if you’re the lighthouse) portion of the foundation. The soil is all sand and it just washes away too easily. (I am certain there is a Bible lesson in here somewhere.)
Later as we were driving away and I was staring off the cliffs at the beautiful vista, Amoeba said, “Driving this road always makes me nervous. We do have our auto insurance paid up, don’t we?”
That brought my eyes off the view and onto the road. There was a car coming toward us, but it was clearly in its own lane and neither it nor we were going terribly fast. “Yes, our insurance is paid. Why? What’s wrong?” I intently studied the car dashboard.
Amoeba said, “This is a nice, wide paved road and it looks stable, but as you saw for yourself, it runs along the edge of a very high sand bluff. Next stop, ocean.”
I am an optimist. I said, “This road has been here for years. There is no reason why it would shear off and fall into the sea while we’re driving it. ”
He is a pessimist. He said, “There’s no reason why it wouldn’t either.”
I just gave him a how could you stare.
He said I shouldn’t worry because with our insurance paid up, we were less of a temptation to Murphy. (He of Murphy’s Law.)