On our way back, we noticed some cyclists on a bike path that appeared to wind for several miles from the beach back to the nearby town of Seaford, so Jack and I set out to find where the path began. We found it here in the town's Cedar Park, at the Ellen Farrant Memorial Bikeway:
The next day, Jack and I were looking to kill some time before heading out to the airport. He suggested a walk; I countered with a walk along the bike path. He queried the GPS for "bike path" and came up with yet another, only minutes away from where we were staying, The Bethpage State Park Bike Path:
Two paths--two!--within spitting distance of each other. I mean, Seaford is only 6-7 miles from Farmingdale, where the state park is. How crazy is that?
Riddle me this: Why should we stay here, when LBB doesn't have the quality-of-life chops to create even one bike path? It's not like we don't have space here. This was in the northeast, where people live on top of each other.
LBB had better pony up on the recreation/cycling issue, or we're outta here.