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Get a good look at it while you can, buddy. There didn't seem to be any way to reach it. but it was too far under the deck to be reached, and the deck was too low for anyone to crawl under it. Word spread, and soon there were 5 or 6 men digging in the sand for my ring. A few other folks on the beach noticed the crazed, sweaty man digging up the sand underneath Le Beach’s deck and came to watch. Angel muttered something like, “I told you I didn’t want to get those rings.” Before I could strangle him, though, he ran around to the other side of deck and, kneeling in the scorching sand with the sun beating on his back, began to dig furiously with his hands to get to my ring. My ring – my not-even-one-week-old wedding ring – was now underneath the deck at Le Beach, buried in the sand below. and landed smack between the floorboards of Le Beach’s deck. At that moment, everything melted into slow-motion: When the lid popped open, the ring inside flew straight up into the air. (Newlyweds, take note: THIS is the secret to a successful marriage.)ĭefeated, Angel fished around in his bag and finally came up with the ring box. He demurred, saying that he didn’t want to dig through his backpack to find the ring box. As we settled in for lunch, I asked Angel to give me my ring so I could show it off put it back on. After our swim, we took one of the tables closest to the water on the deck at (sadly departed) Le Beach. Terrified of losing one of our brand-new wedding rings, we'd brought along a small velvet ring box and deposited them there for safekeeping while we were in the water.

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On our first full day, we headed over to Shoal Bay and decided to take a swim before lunch. We’d been married less than a week when we set off for Anguilla. Tuxedoed waiters passed h’ors doeuvres on shiny silver trays during cocktail hour on the deck at sunset, and served fresh lobsters for dinner under twinkling lanterns. It was a small, elegant affair on a picture-perfect summer evening.

See below for the best this beach has to offer.This trip to Anguilla marked ten years since Angel and I said our wedding vows on the dunes overlooking the ocean in Westhampton Beach. Our photographer, Wayne Lawrence, spotted some of the best beach headwear, the coolest couples (no age limits here), and even the sexiest crocheted bikinis-oh, and a nipple or two. So whether you’re an exhibitionist, or a supporter of #FreeTheNipple, or you just want to spend some time with your flyest friends, Jacob Riis is the place to be. Jacob Riis is, after all, NYC’s only de facto nude beach (pretty sure naked sunbathing would be shut down quick-like at Coney Island), as well as a legendary LGBTQ-friendly hang spot. Jacob Riis, and its sister beach Fort Tilden, are where you go when you crave sands less traveled, when a hand-packed picnic is more appealing than boardwalk tacos, and when you’re ready to let it all hang out. Once you finally reach Jacob Riis, you will find that you have ended up on one of the quieter, chiller beaches in NYC. But, despite the lack of mass transit, the people of the city still get there because: summer, heat, and, as tempting as they are, the East and Hudson Rivers are no-go's.

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There’s no direct subway, and a Google-mapping of public transport options will lead you through a series of at least three buses.

The beach at Jacob Riis is a little more challenging to access than the Rockaways or Coney Island.

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