One of my favorite things about summer is going to the beach. One of the things, therefore, that made me most apprehensive about spending this summer in NYC was that I thought it meant beach trips would have to be few and far between. I mean really, who thinks "beach" when they think of the Big Apple? I sure didn't.
But the subway line closest to my apartment-- the F train-- always says it's bound for Coney Island. So when Gretchen and I started thinking about trying to find a beach on our day off this week, I said "What about Coney Island??"
We were skeptical, at best. But we figured worst case scenario, the beach would be dirty and we'd still get to enjoy the sun. Not a bad "worst case scenario," right? We didn't think so either.
So we packed a beach blanket and our beach towels and walked the two blocks to the subway. We have monthly transit passes, so our subway ride to the beach cost us an extra.... nothing!!!! The day was beautiful, and the subway traveled above ground most of the way, so we could see parts of Brooklyn we hadn't seen before. And, about thirty minutes later, we pulled into the station at Coney Island! We walked two more blocks and we were at the boardwalk. A hundred more feet, and we were on the beach!
There was no admission charge, the weather was gorgeous, the water was clean (cold! but clean), and we were at the beach within just forty-five minutes of walking out our front door! Turns out, they have fireworks on Fridays during the summer, too. We didn't stay for them, but we look forward to going back!
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