Joe and I discovered that there is a national park in (on?) Staten Island called Gateway. As always, in the spirit of adventure, we hopped on the subway, had a ride on the ferry, caught a bus, and trekked into the part called Great Kills. Actually, it took about 3 hours to get all the way there, and yet the following pictures are technically still New York City. The rest of Staten Island, at least the parts visible from the bus, look a lot like Iowa or New Jersey. It's not only a lot of mom and pop shops and concrete strip malls, it boasts the King of the Burrito, the King of Souvlaki, Panini King, and Princess Travel. I also want to mention that we stopped by El Rey del Sandwich in our neighborhood to gather picnic supplies. Best. Cuban. Ever. If you don't know what a Cuban is, come visit me.
This might be the creepiest beach ever. No swimming, lots of garbage, and most oddly, a salt marsh, so no wading even.
How did these steel supports become so tangled together? It's been driving me nuts! Did the ocean do it? Did the demolition crew? HOW?
Yes, these are wild turkeys. In New York City. Technically.
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