Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Traveling between the fins.

My mom drove us all to the North Fork so we could take the ferry to Shelter Island, then from there to the South Fork, and then to Montauk.

Shelter Island is a piece of cozy history on a tiny rock. If you drive through the Hamptons and ignore the boutiques you come away with the impression of windmills and box-shaped houses bleached by the sun and the sea. What the boys commented on most this trip was the beach. We came away with pounds of rocks which had to be tucked into corners of suitcases to come home (some of them, too big to travel, were hidden and can end up in my Mom's garden).

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