After my recent seaside disappointment in Coney Island, I didn’t hold out high hopes for my excursion to the Atlantic shoreline along Rockaway Peninsula in Queens, but as luck would have it, I found the most pristine beach which, according to a local chap, was too far out for New Yorkers to bother about. He was quite right; it was completely deserted, and the only litter to be found was seashells, seaweed and crustacean shells discarded by scavenging gulls. It was like having my own private beach.
Miles and miles of empty beach
No one as far as the eye can see
Seashell-strewn shores
On a clear day, you can see Bermuda...ok maybe not but it is the nearest landfall in that direction
As I sat in the sand with the waves lapping at my feet, I saw skein after skein of geese drifting in graceful V formations overhead, but I couldn’t figure out where they were heading. There were an awful lot of them. On my way back from the beach, I passed by a local golf course and the mystery was solved. Apparently, the geese have figured out that the golf course is the place they’ll be least likely to be bothered by anything more annoying than the occasional golf ball. They have practically taken over the grounds.
Pardon me, do you mind if we play through? Why is that one guy going the wrong way? There's always one.
Much to the dismay of local golfers, the unusually mild year-round weather has meant that these chaps haven’t bothered moving on like they usually do. It would appear that they are here to stay.
Where's my backpack? 