Back from a couple of days up the coast in Boston, MA (where I saw little more than the airport, the concrete walls of the freeway and tunnel, the inside of a very-nice hotel, a nice restaurant, good people, and then back again). Flew to-and-from Islip, nice, quiet and handy airport (just be careful when walking round to the US Airways gates, if you're daydreaming you'll end up back in the lobby and have to go through security all over again... I speak from experience!)
Flying back in a small propellor-powered plane, looking down at Long Island from Orient Point all the way to Islip, I was surprised at how many trees there are. Dumb observation. But you see them better from "up there", out of a clear blue sky. There are lots and lots and lots of trees: houses nestled between them, farmland scraped out, wetlands the only really clear areas.
A lot of water, too.
Trees and water and sand and wetlands. That is this end of Long Island.
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