The mercury had been rising daily, so this past weekend it was time to get our of town. You can get to Coney Island from our place by public transit, but it’s a bit of a marathon. So we fired up the red rocket and drove. I don’t think liberating the car from its parking spot once a month is excessive, do you?
Coney Island was formerly the westernmost of the Outer Barrier islands on the southern shore of Long Island, but in the early 20th century it became a peninsula, connected to the rest of Long Island by land fill.Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Our feet never touched sand or water. The boardwalk is where it’s at, man. Mostly, we passed normal people, but it wouldn’t be NYC unless there a few weirdos about.
We lined up for 45 minutes to enjoy Nathan’s famous hot dogs. When I say we, that’s not quite right. HVW found some shade, while I roasted in line. But if you ever get the chance to partake of Nathan’s fare… don’t bother. Despite, or maybe because of, the hype, it’s nothing special.
The NY Aquarium is decent. But, just like when we traveled to Patagonia in 2014, the penguins were MIA.
On the way back to the car, behind the midway we found the “real” Coney Island. “Weird Women”, “Feed the Clown” “Skin the Wire” What’s that all about? I’m not sure I want to find out. Maybe next time.