We left the rain of upstate New York, drove 3 hours onto Long Island and caught the ferry to Ocean Beach, Fire Island. No Rv. We left it parked on the farm. It’s always a roll of the dice driving down through the Bronx onto Long Island. It’s a major route for trucks heading across the George Washington Bridge to New Jersey and points beyond. It can be a nightmare of bumper-to-bumper traffic, noxious fumes and frayed nerves. Luck was with us, we sailed through and arrived at the ferry without a hitch. We weren’t so lucky with the weather, the rain has followed us.
Fire Island is a narrow (less than a mile wide) barrier island that lays between the Atlantic Ocean and the mainland of Long Island. No cars, you have to lug whatever you bring with you to your house; wagons are an essential commodity. There is a tangle of them locked to racks by the ferry waiting for their owners to arrive. Freight, food, furniture, you name it, it comes by ferry. The docks were frantic with activity as the local businesses unloaded the goods they need for the holiday weekend and to kick off their 90 day season.
Ocean beach is a cute summer resort made up of shops, small hotels, inns, restaurants and bars, surrounded by less than 300 cottages and homes. The Bay side has the marina and ferry terminal. The other side is the ocean and the beach. You walk or ride a bike everywhere. The deer run rampant. The beaches are pristine and beautiful with lots of rules to keep them that way. No food, no drink, no dogs, no radios…. On the other hand no litter, no riff raff, no noise pollution…. Trades offs I guess.
It has been foggy, cool and overcast. Not great beach weather but fine for relaxing with friends and people watching in town. We leave early tomorrow before the real crowds arrive. We will head back north pick up the RV and move on to the mountains and lakes of New Hampshire. No sunset photos this week but lots of shots to give you a flavor of Island life.