A trip to Coney Island on a rainy day equals Coney Island. We walked around the ghostly theme park and enjoyed the quiet Atlantic sand and salt. Whilst living beneath the city skyscrapers, it’s easy to forget that there are such places (NATURE!) just 40 minutes away by train.
Such a gift.
Clayton briefly broke out in an all-over body rash after we swam (which I naturally made worse by my horrified jaw drop.) I looked it up online and one source said it could be from sewage that gets in the water from large cities. Ew.
Not such a gift.
We’ll go back anyway. Nothing beats boardwalk fries and good ‘ole sea air against salty skin. The freedom of the open shoreline turned us into who we really are, just Texas kids wanting to explore The Big Country.
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