You can file Pirate’s Cove under one of those places that I have overlooked for far too long.
On Saturday morning, with the sky bright and blue I made my way over to the Cove so that I could relax and do some beach riding. It was another one of those days where I had the whole place to myself. Meanwhile… the mall was packed with cars. ::shrug:: Oh well, lucky me!
The view from up on the sandy hills is awesome. Unfortunately, photos flatten out just how high they are when you’re on top of them.
I rode along the shoreline, up the hill from the west and headed up to the tallest section to the east.
You get to take in so much from that vantage point. Being in a place that feels “tall” on Long Island is kind of hard to come by.
When I mounted up and began to roll down the hill, it occurred to me that being a clumsy ass and all, I might break my neck. Miracle of miracles, I managed to keep myself upright. Maybe I’m finally becoming a graceful swan? Nahhhhhhhhhh.