There seemed to be people fishing everywhere along both sides of the point. Kids, adults, people of all shapes sizes and colors. Most of them were using fishing poles and bait.
We stopped after about two miles and walked inland to the private gated community of Breezy Point to stop at a convenience store. I picked up a sandwich and we then continued back to the beach. On the road back to the beach, I found a penny.
As we continued on our hike, I spent a bit of time talking to each of the guys on the hike. All of them seemed very nice and easy to talk to.
As we neared the point, the wind picked up (Breezy point is named that for a reason) and we were as south as you can get and still officially be in the New York City area.
I noticed that there was a man throwing a weighted net into the ocean to try to catch fish. I didn't see him catch anything. Frankly, I don't think his net was going out far enough to be successful.
My lesson from that, and for today, is that you can't always get what you want by sticking with the easiest plan or staying close to home. Sometimes you have to go deeper, throw further, and work harder. Risk is not something everyone is comfortable with, but you must embrace at least a little if you are to find greater success.
That was the half way point of the hike.
We walked the five or so miles back and now I'm here resting my feet (11 miles walking on the beach).
Fishing in the Atlantic
Sandpipers looking for food
WWII Army Bunker from Fort Tilden