Hopping on the A train, heading past JFK airport, following the surfboards and bathing-suit clad groups of friends leads you to Rockaway, home of several beaches where the chill of the Atlantic makes the high heat of the city bearable. Crowded, yes, but manageable.
Despite the tide rolling onto our towels twice, two bags still full of sand, and the most painful back sunburn I’ve had in many years, I had a fantastic day at the beach (due, in large part I know, to fantastic company). I will return. With extra sunscreen.