There is a marble quarry about twenty minutes north of here. About fifty years ago the island was strip-mined, which has left a massive pit where a large hill once sat. The pit is filled about fifteen feet deep or even more with water, and the rocks are sharply, steeply cut, making ridiculous, double flip dives a breeze.

There are a lot of quarries around here like the one I went to today. Some have stagnant water that have become disgusting mosquito mating grounds. Others look okay but swallowing the water will get you Hepatitis. Nearly all of the quarries have the gigantic mining trucks, cranes, cars and barrels in the middle of these pools, yet the water is so deep they are barely visible. New England miners discovered it was cheaper to simply leave the equipment in the pit when the waters came rather than haul it out.

One pit is exceptional in that it lacks any of that. Half a century ago, a miner decided to get the equipment out of the pit before it flooded fully and opened a junk yard about 300 meters away. The junkyard is still owned and operated to this day, now by the man's grandson - a man in his late twenties who enjoys smoking a small bowl of marijuana on the cliffs and admiring the sunsets.

Ugh, whenever I'm writing an article I ALWAYS GET INTERRUPTED! Okay, I gotta go. DANG IT!!!