We fell in love where the water came to earth, and last weekend my feet were craving that same kind of place, so we planned a very spontaneous trip (best kind!) to Fire Island.
Despite a pile of transportation to get there (walk to subway to find our train isn't running--to cab--to LIRR train--to another LIRR train--to taxi--to ferry--to Ocean Beach!), there was a blissful lack of transportation on the island. No cars, just lots of feet and bikes and carts.
On the island, I may have proceeded with my usual impatience as Walker proceeded with his usual trip research, but then we were here for lunch--and he was vindicated.
Eating a foot from the water and being able to hear each other's words was such a nice break from our usual city restaurants.
And then we walked, and breathed, and rested.
And slowly over dinner, the sky blushed a bit,
and we were in the long line for the ferry home. (Next time, I think we'll drive!)
More summer adventures coming here soon!