One of the largest beaches in the NYC, Jones Beach is 17 miles long and is part of Jones Beach State Park. The boardwalk is about a mile long and is where we headed to as our focus was a day on the beach, even though there is a pool, concert halls, fishing and other things to do there. It seemed most people Continue reading
This is one of the easiest beaches to get to using public transportation from Manhattan. It is also a clean beach with a boardwalk and a choice of food places near the train station. If it’s a sunny weekend in New York City and I am craving to lie down on a sandy beach and look out to the ocean, Long Beach is an easy decision to make without a lot of advanced planning.
The forecast for cloudiness and scattered showers gave way to sunny skies this Labor Day weekend, so we decided to explore Montauk, NY and see if we could do it in one day. Whether you’re getting up at 4am like we were to catch one of the early trains out of Penn Station, or leaving from the city, the three hour train ride along the coast dissuades some from making a trip to Montauk a day trip, but it can be done and it’s well worth the effort! Get the LIRR Montauk train schedule here.
Montauk is the last stop on the LIRR and the end of the Hamptons, at the tip of Long Island, and so is affectionately sometimes referred to as “The End”. The train station is about halfway between Montauk Harbor and the downtown village area. It’s easiest to get around by car or bike, however taxis and other on call car services are readily available. We took a taxi for $20 to the lighthouse and started our day there.
Montauk Point Lighthouse
The Hamptons seem mystical to me. I have visions of the wealthy shopping in pristine villages and frolicking on diamond studded beaches closed to everyone but them. I think of parties, decades of parties, the Great Gatsby. I’ve been almost afraid to go there, keeping the Hamptons and their mystique at a distance.
That changed one summer, when my boyfriend decided to run the Southampton half-marathon, and wanted me to come along and cheer him on. It meant getting up at 3 a.m. to get ready in time to board the Hampton Jitney on 4nd street in Manhattan for the two hour ride that would get us to the start of the race on time. So I did it, sleeping on the bus, at least until dawn broke and you could see more outside the bus window. I am always fascinated by how the scenery changes from dingy city buildings, to cramped suburban duplexes, to breezy, beachy villages as one travels east through Long Island.
We got off the bus at Southampton and walked to the middle school, where he picked up his race number and positioned himself at the starting line. I blew him a kiss good-bye as he started off to run the 12 mile course. Then I had another two and a half hour wait. To pass the time, I head off by myself to find access to the beach somewhere. I always imagined secluded, private beaches one could only gaze at from a distance, if at all. However, maybe as we were near the downtown of Southampton or near the middle school and in a public area, I found it quite easy to head straight down the runner’s path (after the runners of course!) and turn down Old Town Road which led straight to a public entrance to the beach, not more than a 30-40 minute walk away.
The view in the morning light was magnificent. There I was, taking off my sneakers and sinking my toes deep into the soft sand, as I strode down to the shore. The large expanse of clean, powdering sand was marked only by the treads of beach vehicles that had rampaged in the dawn.