Slacks for Ella Funt

E’s friend Sharon invited us to come out to her share at Fire Island, and we’d never been there before so we were excited to go. Fire Island is a long narrow island south of Long Island. We took the train and then a ferry boat to get there. It’s kind of idyllic on the island—there are no cars and people get around on foot or cruiser bikes.
We spent two days on the beach, though the waves were so rough I couldn’t go very deep into the water. Whenever I tried to get much past waist deep, I got wiped out. Sharon’s friend Kyle also came, and brought his dog, Mazzy. She was pretty cute and we had a lot of fun playing fetch with her in the surf. She was smart—she would wait until the waves brought the ball shallow enough for her to get it.
The share house came complete with a deck and a grill, so we grilled pork loin (a recipe I had tried in Lubbock) and corn on the cob. We always wish we had more opportunities to grill.
We had a great time, but I don’t know how people come back relaxed and refreshed from the beach. We came back exhausted, slightly sunburned, and covered with bug bites.