Jones Beach

Yesterday was overcast and 77 degrees, but it was the final Sunday of summer, so we insisted on taking Jennifer to a beach.

Jones Beach is wide and clean, an hour away by car, and if you avoid the main drag--where the bus from Manhattan drops off--you can enjoy a stretch of sand populated almost entirely by 2-year-olds in pink tutus, and unmarred by testosterone-overloaded twentysomethings.

Our sandcastle got washed away approximately thirty seconds after this photo was taken.

But like summer, it was fun while it lasted.