Bike Riding

First thing Sunday morning, Phoenix and part of his shell and rock collection from the beach.

One of my favorite parts of Fire Island is the lack of vehicles. The modes of transportation involve your own feet or bicycles. I was interested in seeing the area we were staying in a little more, but didn't really feel like walking (and I'm not sure Seth could have walked too far because of the horrible burns he got on his feet). So I proposed that we rent bikes and after breakfast on Sunday morning, we headed over to wait for the bike shop to open. I accidentally thought it was an hour earlier than it really was, so Seth, Phoenix, and I had a while to wait for the rental shop to open. Of course, we found ways to keep ourselves and our little nephew entertained.


This is the view where the ferry drops people off and picks them up. There are wagons upon wagons waiting to be used. There are also bikes chained up along another area.


While we waited, we ran. We explored. We picked out what bikes we'd most want to ride on. We even played a game of hide-and-seek. It was interrupted by the sighting of this bagel eating deer.

He was following a woman with a bagel. He got quite close to us, but then he freaked out and ran off.

The blur of our nephew. Energy. Energy. Energy. And he always keeps life interesting!

The bike shop finally opened and Seth and I got our bikes. Ethan got a 2 person bike for him and Phoenix. It was perfect for them, sitting side by side.

My bicycle.

Seth's bicycle.

Ethan and P's wheels.

We came upon the village that we had visited last summer when my father-in-law and brother-in-law were visiting. Of course our first thought was Ice Cream... but sadly we had to wait because the places didn't open until noon. So we went off exploring further.

Seth took over the bike with Phoenix for a while. He eventually led us up a wooded deck path that squeezed too small for the 3-wheeled bike. While they were maneuvering it to return to the regular path, I took the opportunity to ride up and take a peek at the beach. A little later, we all cut up to the beach to take a break, dip our feet in the ocean, and look for sand dollars.

The beach path.

He found so many sand dollars and beautiful shells. O and he also went to sleep with one of his sand dollars and lost it! This is one of the reasons we were out looking for more! (Jac, did his sand dollars make it home in one piece? Oh, did his collection of shells and rocks get downsized or did the many buckets full end up coming along?) They were so fragile, I broke a few right after I found them on the beach!

Seth hiding his feet from the sun.

Back to riding the bikes. I Loved, Loved, Loved these bikes. The didn't have hand brakes, instead the brakes were in the back pedal. They also had sweet little bells that we rung whenever we were entering an intersection in the sidewalks. Ooo and they were so fun! I really want one for myself... but I want it to come along with a peaceful path for riding... Maybe someday!

Along the path, I took many pictures. I'll have to get them processed and share soon.