Nothing. Absolutely nothing…just spent a week of bliss with our kids and their kids at the beach.
I decided to write about my week on Fire Island because a lot of folks in the Midwest tell me they’ve never been there. Even some New Yorkers lament the same thing. And yet this little stretch of land near Long Island is only an hour from Manhattan! We did need to fly, drive and ferry to get there, but once that challenge is over, it’s time to put your feet up and sip a few.
Picture this: no cars — just wide paved paths for large wagons and
bicycles — and an occasional golf cart.
Our rented beach house was in a lovely, secluded community with acres of bamboo trees and tall grasses. Very close to the beach, about 100 yards away.