The next stop on our week-long "stay-cation" was Coney Island. It kind of feels like The Land That Time Forgot: a real honest-to-goodness boardwalk, vintage, old-fashioned stalls and signs, rides that look alarmingly antique, and all the great smells of a seaside amusement park.
Our first stop: the infamous Cyclone! One of the oldest, scariest, and most famous wooden roller coasters around. (Strangely enough, and for whatever lost reason, my better half and myself rode this coaster the day after we were married. Symbolic? Prophetic? We're not sure.) It took Zoe a couple of hours to work up the courage to take a ride. She was terrified and thrilled at the same time.
A beautiful view of the beach from the very tippy-top of the Wonder Wheel! Yikes!!
Oddly enough, as we were getting on, we noticed one car go by that had a dog sleeping on it, all by himself. Only in New York.
The boardwalk is very pretty, right there beside the ocean. There's a definite old-fashioned feeling. It must have been great at the height of its popularity. Although it has gone downhill some, it's been cleaned up quite a bit from earlier treks we've taken. As we went during the week, there were no crowds, which was wonderful.
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