June 29, 2012
One of our favorite summer adventures is to take a ferry from downtown Greenwich, CT to Island Beach, an island plopped in the middle of the Long Island Sound.
We start at the ferry dock, next to the dreamy Delamar Hotel with it’s stately yachts outside. A dear friend, whose family have been avid sailors and boaters for generations told me that traditionally there are three criteria for naming a boat – female name, 3 syllables and it should end in a vowel. Such as… Marykate if I may. Just an idea. In case you have a boat to name.
The ferry ride is almost as fun as the destination. My children love waving to the passing boats and all the bustle of the harbor.
On of my favorite markers on the ride is this - a dock replica of the Brooklyn Bridge. I was told that the same company that built the bridge built this dock. The house, the miniature bridge - there are no words.
And in 10 minutes, we have arrived. I think this must be the best summer job in town. How cool would this be at 16?
Another favorite landmark, and neighboring island, is Great Captain’s Island. We love boating here with friends and exploring the lighthouse and rocky shore. Local legend says that Captain Kidd was thought to have buried a treasure here. When I remind my son of this it always sends him over the edge. I love seeing his excitement with the myth and lore behind this local treasure. There is also a 9/11 Memorial overlooking the water for Greenwich residents who lost their lives on that tragic day.
Great Captains Island – look left and you can make out the distant skyline of another island – Manhattan!
Island Beach is great for shell and sea glass seekers.
Otherwise, we spent our day doing this.
My daughters cooling off, my son looking for treasures.
My son can climb anything. One of his many talents.
And finding this. I think my son is holding a steak bone. (Ewww, but don’t tell him).
What day to a favorite summer destination would be complete without ice cream. Life is good.
Headed back to the ferry. I asked my older children to carry something and my youngest insisted upon the wagon. She is a determined one! It is heavy for me!
It doesn’t get much better than this.
And in another 10 minutes, I am in my own (very normal) driveway. You can see why I am saddened to leave such a remarkable place.
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