I headed out east to grab my kayak. I'm selling it to my realtor! My little orange boat splits it's time between Dad's place near the Peconic Bay, and here in L.I.C., at the Long Island City Community Boathouse. Til you've paddled in the East River up to the Bronx, out past Riker's Island, down to Governor's Island and back, you haven't fully experienced New York City! Crazy currents, passing ferries, towering skyline during daylight and at sunset, you feel as though you're sitting in the river, enveloped. And it's great for the arms.
Anyway, I'll save that for another blog post! I meant to write a little love note to the North Fork, as I will not be back there til Christmastime.
Rewind. I zipped out the LIE and Rt 25 East to pick up my kayak.
So that I could say a proper "so long" to the Fork, I took the slow road back west to the LIE. Rt 48, or The North Road, parallels Rt 25, has fewer lights and is far less developed. I took some snaps along the 20 mile section from Southold to Riverhead to give you the flavor.
Roadside stand honor box at Ty Llwyd Farm.
$5 for 20 lbs of LI spuds. Beats Costco!
North Fork kettle chips. Yum.
Wheelbarrow not included!
Houses sprouting up on potato fields. No trees. Hot sun!
90 miles West, and I'm Back in NYC...
...with an Apple Rhubarb pie to share.