Low Country Broil in the Hi Country and Other Beachside Moments

Out in  Long Island,  we  hit the  beach. 

Finally summer, a drive  out to the beach.

Out of New York city. 

Putting  the chaos behind us. 

Past Oyster Bay.

Past TR’s house.

Past Montauk. 

Where we were cooking a low country  broil.

Find a stockpot. 

Throw in beer and potatoes, 

Seasoning and Salt.

An onion.

Cook  it with sausage.

Lots of seasoning.

Let  is broil for  a bit.

Put that shrimp, crab legs and corn into the stockpot.

Smell summer coming  at  you.

Pina Colada.

Beer.

The waves  roar.

Bodies  flying.

Biking  and to and  fro.

Riding down Cove Hallow to Jericho

Past the cemetery.

Born  1717 dead 1807.

What a life she  must have had.

Back  on the  bikes  to Georgia,

Stay left past the Crossroads

To Ocean.

Smell the  flowers.

Jasmine greets us as we ride.

Take in the trees.

Say hello.

Welcome the water.

Waves carrying us to shore. 

Thank you water.

Thank you sand.

Thank you birds.

Thank you whales who breach the surface to greet us.

Thank you windmills.

Thank you Russian novel.

Thank  you umbrella.

Thank you summer.