March 16, 2011- midday
If you walk to the end of the Atlantic City Pier, past the casinos and the Steel Pier, you find the rotting remains of this pier, overgrown with weeds and lurching out into the surf like an accusing, boney finger. I took this in 2009, on a day when an Atlantic hurricane was churning the waves.
Despite the waves I walked below the pier on the dry sand below. It was still not high tide (I can only imagine the surf then) and there was enough dry sand to keep my feet from getting wet. As I walked underneath the experience of the surf crashing in and causing great echoes all around was very surreal.
I walked out on the pier as far as I could. There was a visitor center at the head of the pier. It was closed and the gates were shut but not locked so I slipped in and walked out until I found a fountain, pictured below. Beyond the fountain were some ancient rusted gates that were securely locked. That was as far as I could go. When I walked back I found that the gates I entered through were now chained, but the chain was loose enough to let me slip out.







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