This time to Fire Island Pines. I take a train, then we take another train, then we take a jitney to the dock, then we take a boat, then we fill up a little red wagon with our belongings and pull it along the boardwalk to the house.
Then we breathe. No cars, only walking, or jogging or swimming.
One of my most favorite places on earth.
I'm bringing my camera (thank you Susan for the speedy return) my IPad and that pesky poison ivy.
I haven't been able to shave my legs or use a moisturizer since this was identified.
Not my usual beach look.
And I'm going to stay with my most style conscious friend.
But I'll be back next week, hopefully with pictures of paradise, though you can be sure I'll be photo bombing IG.
Well if there's wifi.
It is an island.
And the deer run free. I'm sure lymes disease is readily available this summer.
No thanks, the PI was enough of a souvenir.
I'll leave you with a few pictures of my favorite nursery in Falmouth,Ma, Brick Kilm Farm.Wish we were there.