My Labor Day

I don’t believe that I’ve posted about my Labor Day.

* I put my bike in my car
* I drove south for about an hour and a half to the ferry.
* I rode the ferry to Block Island
* I rode my bike up the big hill for about a half hour, to the hard-to-reach beach access.
* I locked up my bike and walked north on the beach for about an hour, scrambling over rocks and high-tide points to increasingly harder-to-reach coves.

You may have the impression that what I wanted was something like “not here” or “away.” You would be correct.

I stopped when I stumbled on about 15 surfers riding gorgeous waves, and an assortment of naked hippies sunning themselves.

I lay down on the sand and fell asleep until I woke up.

It was an awesome day.