From a strange spell last month where we went from sub-zero temperatures to sunny and 65 in a matter of a day. It was strange walking on the beach in shorts and a t-shirt while stepping around giant chunks of ice stretched out for miles on the bay-side of Sandy Hook.
Taken on a rare November day earlier this month when it was warm enough to sit on the beach. Hard to imagine now.
“Local Summer” continues. The view from Sandy Hook’s observation deck…and not a soul in sight!
On this last day of August, I think back to an absolutely perfect picnic I had on Sandy Hook just last week. Justin and I walked out to the tip of the hook and noticed a piece of a broken dock that had floated in and rested perfectly on the sand. We returned the next…
What would summer be without an overpriced pitaya bowl?
A view of Sandy Hook atop Mount Mitchill Overlook.
Never know what you’re going to find when you take a walk on the beach.
A picnic at Sandy Hook on the rocks in a secluded spot. I have softened my stance on Wawa subs of late, and Hoagiefest has certainly helped.
This shot of Rook’s Mint Mocha may look inspiring, but in reality, it was some of the worst coffee I’ve had from them. Not terrible, but incredibly bitter. If there was ever an iced coffee that needed sugar, this would be it.
Seagulls hanging out at the remnants of a pier right near an abandoned military bunker on Sandy Hook.