We went to the beach yesterday and accomplished a major milestone. We touched the atlantic. The wind was gusting up to 40 miles an hour and all of my exposed skin is now smoother from being sandblasted, but I have one less ocean to go to. As a side note, the water is pretty much the same in the pacific and in the atlantic.
This particular beach is at Coney Island, which it turns out, isn't much of an island, its kind of a beach with a boardwalk, a whole bunch of cheesy carnival rides, and overpriced "food". Unfortunately only the cheesiest of the rides were running yesterday because anything over 10 feet tall was shut down because of the wind. But we tried to make the best of it anyway:
We walked around for a while
Kim had some ice cream
I tried to figure out the odds of winning a carnival game (0:1,000,000,000,000,000)
And we found a small child with ice cream all over his shirt
Thank you Coney "Island"