For a Minnesota transplant, successful adaptation to New York summers requires the location of water. Coney Island? Brighton Beach? They’ve got their perks. But I’m dreaming of remote locales, the kind without cell service. Ahh, beach camping. New York’s antidote to summer city life. Jump on Long Island Rail Road, catch the Watch Hill Ferry, grab yourself a permit, and hike a few miles with a couple a pals and jumbo liters of water. In a big country/dreams stay with you/like a lover’s voice…
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