We decided to spend the last days of Summer exploring a place we'd never been before, Fire Island, New York. Fire Island is only a short commuter train and ferry ride away from the city but it might as well be another planet.
Since we arrived late on a chilly, overcast Sunday afternoon and after the busy vacation season, from the moment we stepped off the boat it was as though we were inhabiting our own private natural paradise. There are no cars on the island (with the exception of the occasional law enforcement or emergency response vehicle and a lone yellow school bus that makes its rounds picking up/dropping kids off via the beach every day!) and other pedestrians were scarce.
We were so excited when we arrived that we made the five-minute walk from the ferry dock on the bay side of the island, straight to the beach on the ocean side, suitcases and all. Here are some glimpses of that magical stroll: