My father drove from Philly to LBI to go fishing in the 1930s, down the old Route 72 sometimes-gravel road you can still see as a bike path parallel to the existing roadway through the Pine Barrens. Way earlier – and I mean way! – that section of New Jersey and LBI were under 200 feet of ocean.

My father would drive over that old wooden causeway that even I remember as a kid for its rumbling as you drove over it.