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Just west of New Bedford Massachusetts, lies a small farming town along a harbor with one entrance road. The entrance road stretches from 195 and runs straight down into Horseneck Beach State Reservation. A stop light here and there pauses your journey for brief moments of time with signs letting you know what districts you would be in if you decided to wander off. There isn’t much in Westport but homes, harbors, and farms, but what it holds at the end is a hidden gem in Massachusetts. Going through the rolling dunes of Horseneck and viewing the very Cape Codesque scenery of small trees and desert like brush the road ends at the calm Atlantic waters of Buzzards Bay. Taking a right you wind along the coast through a village of small cottages that are 3rd or 4th generation from storms taking out the originals. The actual only original structure is an old life saving barn that survived the Hurricane of ’38.

A man made barrier stretched out onto a small just of land named Gooseberry Island. If you were to look at a map it appears to be the entrance to Buzzards Bay as it almost aligns with Cuttyhunk, the last of the Elizabeth Islands.

The Island is small and incredibly rocky. A few walking paths bring you through low lying brush and reeds along the mixed sandy and rocky shore line. It lies fairly flat with the brush just below the vision so it appears to stretch out to infinity. The brush is thick and thorny, and reeds are thick and fill in great amounts of fresh water. Parking the car in the dirt parking lot Buzzards Bay Juts off to the left and to the right is the long coast of Rhode Island. A path starts towards the southern point of where you are allowed to park.

Entering on to the path you notice two large towers on the horizon. This lies the abandoned old World War II outposts placed by the Army at the start of WWII. They are the soul visual reference for anywhere that you venture to on the island. The path starts in the same texture as the parking lot, mixed of beach sand packed down from years of use and small stones and pebbles. The path meanders for about a half mile with mixed terrains from the packed sand, to beach sand, to old gravel. The wind cutting across the island and the feel of salt in the air makes you realize you are on the coast when at time you cannot see water on either side.From here on out I’ll let the photos do the talking

The larger of the two towers approaching on the path.

Graffiti now stands as the artwork on the side of the towers that lay abandoned for decades.

Perspective of how close they sat

Inside the larger tower

Walking past heading out to the beach

The towers a long the beach from furthest point on island.

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    i love the graffiti shots, and the perspective from the edge of one to the other. the black and white of the water is wonderful. thank you for creating this blog, it's nice to keep up with you!

    xoxoxox,
    jamie

  2. BACK IN THE 90’S THE STAIRS HAD BEEN REPLACED AND THE TOWERS WERE TOTALLY ACCESSIBLE. LAST TIME I WAS THERE A FEW YEARS AGO THE STAIRS HAD BEEN REMOVED. I DONT KNOW IF U CAN EVEN GO INSIDE IT. THERE WAS ALSO AN UNDER GROUND BUILDING ALSO NEXT 2 THE TOWER COMPLEX. THERE IS ANOTHER TOWER IDENTICAL ON WEST ISLAND IN FAIRHAVEN, MA. AND ALSO ATOP OF CUTTYHUNK ISLAND

  3. You might like to see the rest of the story as Paul Harvey used to say on his weekly radio show. If you go to the website GOOSEBERRY JOURNAL by Greg Stone, you will see the article that was just written about my grandparents Joe and Delia Cabral and the inhabitants of the island. My grandparents and I lived on Gooseberry Island for several decades. There are several photos in the article.

    Pete Rosa
    Email: rosapj@AOL.com


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