We recently went to Long Island – my husband for his job, and Corbin and I followed. With our day free while dad worked, Corbin got to visit his very first beach. He wasn’t so sure about it at first. The second visit, he decided that not only was this surf thing fun, but that he could just GO! all on his own. And he did!
So, our beach visit officially marks the point at which Corbin started walking. What a cool way to remember that.
I did take the camera while we were there, despite the obvious difficulties of baby + beach + camera, and I managed to capture a some fun moments and a few decent photographs (and even a few that didn’t have a baby in them!) I did make a point of taking a photograph of the seagulls who stole my lunch just for posterity’s sake.
I’m ashamed to admit that I had a stereotypical attitude toward Long Island beaches – I had no idea that they were so pretty. The south beaches, that is. I hear the north beaches fulfill my assumptions quite well.
Corbin and I trekked out to Robert Moses State Park, and after spending a few hours chasing the surf and trotting around in the sand, we headed down the boardwalk to check out the Fire Island Lighthouse around the corner at Fire Island National Seashore. As far as I could tell there was no way to drive to the lighthouse – we had to walk. And although it didn’t look that far away, the boardwalk seemed designed to twist back and forth and make the walk as long and winding as possible. We reached this point and had to turn around so that we could get back to the hotel and meet dad for dinner – and really, Corbin had that exhausted look anyways, so no need to go further.
I’d forgotten just how much I miss the ocean.
By the way, why was the lighthouse flashing the light during a bright sunny day? Wasn’t that a waste of electricity?