Wednesday, February 04, 2009

Let's KICK OFF this post about our wintry week at the end of Long Island:

Check out the professional-quality form! Though it looks like I may be whiffing, I'll have you know that kick went about 20 yards. Gus brought a football to the beach. This added greatly to our daily walk enjoyment. I made one booming kick that Gus caught with a very dramatic diving catch. Who was more surprised? He and I acted like we had won the Super Bowl. I'm ready for the pros!

Matthew said this moment he felt like Sav Rocca. He very much enjoyed kicking from the top of the beachy hills.

We found a Christmas tree on the beach. Matthew propped it up and we decorated it with shells.


One day it was unbelievably foggy:


The next we got a gorgeous sunset:


We saw weird, inexplicable things. We walked on the other side of the beach at Montauk Lighthouse for the first time this year and saw this big monolith-y thing:

Matthew speculated that it was the old observation tower that they must have tipped over the edge to add stablity to the cliff. That would have been fun (tipping it over the edge of the cliff) (If you were strong enough.) (I guess you'd have to be a giant.)

We drove through abandoned Camp Hero again this year and were again uncomfortably mesmerized by the gigantic radar tower. I include our car for scale:


And then of course, there was The Eatin'!!! Here is the annual obligatory photo of Gus at the Sip 'N' Soda in Bridgehampton (which is the greatest lunch place on the planet):


We also dined on Peconic Bay scallops, which are like little golden nuggets of yumminess (quiet, Laura) and are also rapidly disappearing from the eco-structure, as you can tell by the unholy price for them:


We also discovered (or in Matthew's case, rediscovered) the almighty Montauket Bar:

Oooh boy. Perfect bar (unchanged since 1980, according to Matthew), unbelievable view, great food, great bartender, nice cold beer. If I lived within 20 miles of this place, I would have lunch here every day.

For a final culinary flourish, we stopped in Coney Island on the way home - at the original Nathan's. A hot dog, some of the best french fries ever and a big lemonade, and we were all set.


Here's a face which is a representative sampling of how we all felt:

3 Comments:

Anonymous Gus's Granddad said...

I would say it looked like you all had a pret-t-t-ty good time up there. Matthew certainly looked like he was in proper Australian kicking form.
Welcome home to the snowy southland! Pitchers and catchers report in a week and a couple of days.

11:27 AM  
Blogger JamarP said...

I'd like to join in on one of those Sip'n Soda delights that Max is sitting with. I can't imagine that he finished it. Boy oh boy!!!

4:37 PM  
Blogger Martha said...

Divine One,

What a great trip - thanks for sharing it w/us.

XOXO

5:13 PM  

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