SCENES FROM FIRE ISLAND

Most New Yorkers are familiar with the charm of Fire Island. For those who just don't get out much or don't live locally, here is a taste:

The Island is accessible, for the most part, by pubic ferry or private boat. A train, bus or car can take you to one of the many ferry stops, which are each about 90 minutes outside the city. The ferry leaves often and takes about 35 minutes to reach whatever section of the Island you might want to visit. As can be expected, each area has its own personality: Fair Harbor, Saltaire, The Pines, Cherry Grove, etc.

This afternoon I was invited to Ocean Beach to visit a friend of a friend, who owns a lovely summer home there.

No Cars Allowed is what makes this Island uniquely relaxing. Only those whose Island home is their primary residences, are permitted to drive a car on the Island, off season. For everyone else, supplies are usually brought onto the Island, from Shore, via the ferry. Residence's wagons gets locked-up by the dock, in the parking lot pictured above. Pulling your wagon to your door is the only method of transport. No concierge service here!

Typical street scene.

Lots of walking from the ferry to your home,

to the store,

back home,

then to the beach,

back to your house,

back to the store...

... you get the picture.

 

This is the charming corner home is owned by a friend of a friend, who was a gracious hostess. The wild foliage is the signature look of the Island.

 

Even though the weather was overcast, a quick walk to the beach was on the agenda.

 

Feeling a little thirsty so a walk to Whitney's Market was in order.  The only supermarket in town.

Here you'll find all the necessities plus extras you might have forgotten to bring from Shore.

 

A quick stop at Rachel's, a sweet afternoon tradition.

After a couple of good-byes, it was time to head back to Shore.

At the dock, waiting for the next ferry.

Most well adjusted people find Fire Island incredibly relaxing, but the consensus among myself and my high strung friends is that we feel an odd anxiety with this Island's charm.  The separation from our cars and lack of ability to get what we want and where we want to be at any given time, is just too stressful.

Might have to spend a week or so on the Island to detox,

but not sure I'm well suited for more than just a once-a-season day trip.

Oh well, short week and then off to Bridgehampton for ArtHamptons, and to sit in traffic!