Fire Island, the (almost) first stop
The roadtrip has begun, and our first stop was to see Becca’s grandmother at her humble home in Springfield, Massachusetts. From there we drove down to Bayshore, New York to meet my parents and catch the ferry to Fire Island. This brings back a lot of memories; my parents practically met on Fire Island, and I spent many days as a child at our good friend Liesel’s little cottage on the island. We all arrived at the same time, and my dad even had a cold Corona waiting for me.
The next few days were spent lounging on the beach, eating lots of avocados, trying to get Porter to swim past the big waves, and arguing with Liesel over whether vegan butter exists. One night we went down with some wine to the ferry landing in Fair Harbor, where quite a lot of people congregate to watch the sunset. We couldn’t have asked for a more relaxing place to start out a roadtrip that would probably include a lot of not-relaxing times. For now, this was fine.
Holly Walk, one of the many boardwalks on Fire Island.
Porter, looking a little tired of the ferry.
Taking the ferry back to Bay Shore.