The NY Shore

Alright, time to finally put a few words to the waves...

It is a little strange that by moving up north we actually became closer to beaches. I know that there is the East Coast (and were on it!), but beaches seem like such a southern, hot weather, Gulf of Mexico thing. I guess that is what happens when you live in Texas all your life. Beaches were not in my head when we first started talking about moving to Connecticut, but when I realized how close we were to them, I was slightly excited. Now, I have to admit, my first visit to a beach up north was, well, a little bit of a let down. Our friend Laurie had come for a visit, and we decided to check out the beaches that were no more that 10 minutes away from where we were living. What an exciting idea! We would go play on the beaches and in the water, and I would probably spend the rest of my summer there. Not so much (sorry, Laurie). Dont get me wrong, the sand and water were pretty, but where were the waves?? This was obviously before I realized that the Connecticut beaches were blocked off by the New York beaches (remember, I am a math major - geography is far from my thing). This left the Connecticut beaches looking more like lakes, and me deciding I need a stand-up paddle surf board. It wasn't really until my brother, who surfs every day that he gets the chance (check out surfingtheisland.com), told me I should go check out the waves rolling in with the hurricane. This sent me in search of where the real waves are...New York. So that weekend Adam and I packed what (unfortunately) little beach supplies we had up here and made the short drive to the New York coast. As you can see, there were some nice little waves rolling in that I'm sure would have provided some fun rides if my board were present. The beaches were beautiful, crowded as they were. It makes me excited to further explore and (and test out at some point) the surf spots and surf community up here. Who knows, maybe we'll go to the NY Surf Film Festival this weekend, or get to check out a competition.



This last picture was just to show that we found Honeycrip apples (the kind that turned Adam into an apple snob) at a farmer's market up here. We were excited. They have some great markets up here.