"I want to drive the car somewhere and sit on a beach", I declared early in the week.
Cut to Saturday afternoon, I'm lacing up my boots and Kleine is running around the house, incredibly excited. He can tell we’re going on an adventure.
Traffic tapers out and we start passing small towns on Long Island. We’ve lived in NYC for three years and never visited Montauk before. The homes slowly get nicer and nicer and we realize we're in the Hamptons.
"I actually like it, you know you'd think it'd be gaudy rich but it's actually really cute," Clara says as we drive through.
"We have to come back and just sit in a coffee shop for hours and people watch here."
Driving on the houses thin out, replaced with dunes and beach.
We poke around the point of Montauk. Despite the off season there are still tourists swarming out here.
We back track along Long Island to a BBQ spot we spotted on the way in. 20 minutes later we’re eating one of the best pulled pork sandwiches I've ever had with a side of amazing hush puppies.
The sun is starting to fade back in Montauk, the three of us head over a dune and down onto the beach. We click Kleine’s leash off and he instinctually bolts, running laps around us. Occasionally he’ll creep up to the waters edge to sniff and a second later v-line back to us. He’s needed an adventure as badly as us. We walk up the coast as the sun dips and turn back just as we start casting shadows from the moon.
Clara and the boy explore
Kleine explores the beach
After jumping into a deep pool