Coney Island

Our trip to Coney Island was a piece of cake. From our hotel we jumped on the M60 bus, rode that to the Astoria train station and jumped on the N train all the way to Coney Island. Jude loves the NYC transit system, yet she refuses to ride the city bus in Minnesota. Ironic, isn't it?

It was a beautiful day. We walked to the ocean and dipped our hands in. Hubby insisted we taste the Atlantic. I think someone may have peed in it.

We had a Nathan hotdog and let me tell you, they are delicious! I don't think I could eat 25 though.

We walked the boardwalk and snacked our way through all the food stands. Jude and Hubby were nice enough to buy me a cold one. Wow, was that refreshing!

Then, we took on the Cyclone. Looking back, the carny food before the ride probably wasn't the best plan. Thankfully everything stayed in its proper place. The Cyclone is an 82 year old wooden roller coaster. To look at it, it doesn't look like much by today's thrill ride standards. Well let me tell you, looks can be deceiving. We screamed like babies and there weren't too many hands in the air. I white-knuckled it myself. Jude and Hubby got their picture taken during the ride. It ain't pretty.

We had a wonderful time and then it was off to the next adventure.

Stay tuned and check out the slide show. I'm trying to do a little editing, but there is so little time and so much to do.