Fire Island

The Boy and I spent the day yesterday at Fire Island, a little resort town out on Long Island. We drove about a half hour to Bay Shore in Long Island and then took the ferry out to Ocean Beach, one of the more popular destinations on the island. When we first got off, a bunch of kids greeted everyone to peddle their wagons for rental. There are no cars on this island, so people use wagons to lug their things around and ride bikes to get from place to place, except that Ocean Beach seems to prohibit bike riding on weekends and holidays. I didn't think they were serious about no cars at all on the island. I thought they would at least have cabs for if you wanted to visit other island towns since the island is 30 miles long (only about .5 miles wide, though). We'd planned to visit the Sunken Forest, hang out at the beach and go clamming. But since the Sunken Forest is about 5 miles away from Ocean Beach with no real public transportation, the Boy and I decided to hang out at the beach all day.

Ocean Beach is a cute little town. It's full of bungalow houses surrounded by bamboo looking plants. After walking through about a half mile of bamboo and bungalow homes, we hit the beach with its soft, fine grains of sand. It felt so nice on my feet, and the water was so cool and clear. The Boy and I spent all day lying out on the beach, walking in the water, and listening to the waves. We fell asleep a couple of times in the sand and both ended up with nasty burns by the end of the day. But, what a perfect day trip!