THE LAST ROAD TRIP

"Summering in the Hamptons is such a cliche, dear, but one has to be somewhere, doesn't one?"

 We've been looking forward to seeing Montauk and decide to take the old Montauk Highway - the scenic route.  After several miles of body shops, dilapidated housing, and open lots, we get into the pine barrens and eventually, the Hamptons.  The Hamptons (North, South, East, West, and Bridge) are everything you've heard they are.  Rich, rich, rich, and covered in cedar shakes.

Everyone knew when Silas, the cedar shake salesman had been to town.

As exciting as the hour+ trip was (I think it was exciting - I kept nodding off) the highlight was finding a park on the beach where the boys could romp off leash - legally!

They met a Kuvascz and headed for the sea, which Baylor studiously ignored.  Bucky, on the other hand, waded cheerfully up to his belly and started lapping water.  I wish I had the presence of mind to take a picture of his face when he realized it was saltwater!

BORN FREEEEE.......

the oyster pond

We cruised around the back roads and checked out the overlook - you could see the oyster pond, a natural holding area for oysters after a rough sea - providing plenty of food for the oysters' marine predators, and then when the water level declined, the marine predators fed their land bound counterparts.  Cool.  Passed many of state and county parks -lots of green space for an island! - to Gosner's dock, where the commercial fishermen unloaded their catch, and viewed pleasure fishers by the dozens off land's end.  Following a circular drive, we came to the Montauk light, built in 1796!  The museum ut was closed, but the lighthouse was still pretty impressive from the road!

Commercial fishing boat

Following a circular drive, we came to the Montauk light, built in 1796!  The museum ut was closed, but the lighthouse was still pretty impressive from the road!

The Montauk Light

Time to head home - should be back about 5 pm according to Phyllis the GPS.  Stopped at a roadside stand for fresh fruit and veggies, then headed for Hy. 27 to get home faster.

Hah!  Phyllis you useless tramp!  She failed to consider a major accident on Hy. 27 that slowed traffic to a standstill.  Two lanes of traffic swelled to 4 as the ingenious decided to convert the shoulder and beyond into extra lanes.  It was 6 o'clock when we got off 27 and onto old Montauk again.

Road trips are overrated.

 
 
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