Saturday we went mountain biking at this place on long island called Glacier Ridge. The trails were amazing--really difficult, but so beautiful. Most of the time I couldn't see Glenn in front of me on the trail, the trees were still so dense. And of course, i took a spill over a jump--i was due for some good lookin' bruises. And to complete the day, we watched Penn State destroy Wisconsin.
Yesterday though was by far one of the best days I've spent in Brooklyn in a while. After a morning of grocery shopping, we decided to head down to Coney Island to take advantage of the beautiful weather. Somehow we've managed to lose three baseballs in this house, so we took the football. I practiced my spiral on the beach, and when we got tired of gawking at the big men in little bathing suits, we walked out on to Steeplechase pier. Fishermen lined the railings, there was a guy playing a conga drum, and a woman selling some sort of indistinguishable food.
We watched a few people pull up small fish, and we could see these huge schools of tiny fish, swishing and swooshing through the water. Then all of the sudden from one end of the pier there was this massive feeding frenzey! The water seemed to be alive with jumping fish. I've never seen anything like it. The fisherpeople were just dropping their lines into the water and pulling up fish!
After almost being hooked by an overzealous 10 year old, we walked up to the board walk, had a beer and some fried shrimp, and decided to ride the Wonder Wheel--the huge ferris wheel. It was just lovely. We saw a wedding party taking pictures at one of the carnival games, visited a local candy shop, and bought beers on a street corner and sat at a picnic table watching the array of folks walking by. If only the Pats had won, it would have been an almost-perfect day.
Coney Island this past summer---is there any sand under all those people?
