I rode out to Fire Island and two or three miles east along the beach. Riding on the beach is hard work, and hard on the bike. I tried to downshift the front derailleur, and the cable came off; sand in the works somewhere made the friction too much I guess. So you see a piece of driftwood holding the derailleur in the middle gear. And of course chain suck sucks. It was a beautiful day for a ride, but I came back as tired as I would have been after 40 miles on a road bike.
Sometimes one sees seals sunning themselves on the sand at this time of year. But I didn't.