The 10th Annual Horseshoe Crab Festival, organized by the Jamaica Bay-Rockaway Parks Conservancy and the National Park Service (among others), took place in the shadow of one of Robert Moses’ pet-project bridges, along the jagged, brackish edges of one of his uncapped landfills. It was, as many outcroppings into Jamaica Bay are, stunning: fields of wildflowers, vibrant tidal pools, and swaths of scurrying sandpipers ebbed and flowed in stark contrast to the stoic, blue-hued background of Downtown Manhattan, miles away. At Sunset Cove Park, the air buzzed with the sound of kids, thrilled at the opportunity to see and handle living fossils up close, as their parents gathered in small battalions of parked strollers, socializing and crisping under May’s tough sun. Parks Department employees demonstrated Horseshoe Crab banding to groups of onlookers, carefully drilling white, plastic plates with serial numbers into the empty shell space along the side of the crab’s shell. The water gleamed, the many volunteers tending their tents glibly smiled and conversed, and the dozens of wild horseshoe crabs we were all gathered to celebrate dragged themselves slowly back towards the bay.