I'm finally here..D.C. National to JFK...to a waiting car...to the ferry (one minute to spare)! But it was worth it all as hot weather, warm ocean breezes and a beautiful blue ocean awaited. I cherish these days on the island, sand under my toes, fresh blueberries off of the bushes that grow wild in our yard and no schedule, other than the tide. Happy hour usually begins after a long day at the beach...a cosmopolitan prepared by my husband's aunt. And then we relax some more. There's no fuss to Fire Island, often referred to as the anti-Hamptons so I wouldn't likely wear these wonderful Trina Turk numbers...but then again, they certainly are tempting.