Monday, March 30, 2009

Don't Turn your Back On The Ocean, Its Like Turning Your Back On A Lion

This weekend Tim, Em, Grampa and myself went on vacation to Montauk. The following ensued:

On our way, we came across this gift shop. It was called "The Big Duck" and Gramps did not like it one bit.

We stopped at the Big K so Gramps could pick up some swim trunks and we could use the bathroom. Em got a four pack of Cadbury Eggs that looked smaller than usual.


We hiked the cliffs of Ditch Plains. A lot of other people's dogs were playing on the beach and trying to pet them when they strayed too far from their owners felt a little predatory.

We heeded the normal bear warnings and what have you, but left the path when Em's eagle eye spotted this rusted-knot-of-a-car.


Jas was a natural warf rat and the gulls circled appropriately knowing he was the saltiest dog.

After a dip in the Montauk Manor's pool, we had some down time that allowed us reflect on the sites we had seen and ready ourselves for the eating event that lay ahead. Me, I just wanted some Pinot Grigio.

Group shot using the timer!

Day Two: Dewey was the morning that greeted us and the mist only intensified as the day wore on. We were the only tourists out at the sites.

Gramps found a knife on the ground. Looked like it had been used for a stabbing or something of that nature, but we used it for photoshoots and knife throwing competitions.

Here I told Tim not to "do something stupid" for the picture to which he responded, "how about I do something cool?" And then did this.


Coming home was intense for us. Upon hitting the BQE, the attitudes returned. Thats how we knew we were back in NYC.

1 comment:

John said...

Great post! Jason is so obsessed with knife play. Don't tell his counselor!!