Tiny North Cove had the ignominious title of most eroded coastline in the USA hence the name.
The story is that over a century the beach and town were overrun by enormous ocean waves that claimed one hundred feet yearly consuming 80% of the town since the beginning of the 20th century. In around the 1980’s a local observed that the sand woud accumulate within the larger beach rocks and broken concrete and would eventually form a small dune. Once the theory took hold the effort was put behind it to enlist the state and federal government to build loosely stacked rock piles, some as tall as 30 feet to collect the sand from the giant incoming waves. As decades passed the sand deposits became dunes with coastal grasses and broom rooted onto the dune and the remainder of the town was saved.

“Since we’re all going to die, it’s obvious that when and how don’t matter.” “For years I’ve wanted to live according to everyone else’s morals. I’ve forced myself to live like everyone else, to look like everyone else. I said what was necessary to join together, even when I felt separate. And after all of this, catastrophe came. Now I wander amid the debris, I am lawless, torn to pieces, alone and accepting to be so, resigned to my singularity and to my infirmities. And I must rebuild a truth-after having lived all my life in a sort of lie.” – Albert Camus

 “Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can.”

Herman Melville; Ishmael , Moby Dick