I really like this beach because when the tide goes out the kids have hours and hours of run looking in the tide pools and rocks for crabs and stuff.
Brian F.
Évaluation du lieu : 5 Saranac Lake, NY
This is a great sandy beach perfect for children. My only complaints are the following: 1) there was a odd man wearing a sweater in the middle of August. Others insisted it was his chest hair, but you can’t fool this guy. 2) the waters levels were fluctuating throughout the day. In the morning we had tons of beach; however, in the afternoon the water came up and almost flooded us out. I find this absurd. Maybe Obama can fix this? 3) people using SUPs(stand up paddle boards). I just hate these things. No particular reason. Other than these few negatives, this is an amazing place. You’ll have a great time whether you’re catching a wave or buzz, or getting a tan or protecting your albino skin under an umbrella like my friend Zach. The icing on the cake with this salty sandy paradise… An ice cream truck that rolls through daily. UPDATE… I returned to this beach later today to find it 99% missing. WTF??? I was moderately confused and seriously pissed. I go home for a quick bite to eat and slam a couple dozen Martinis, but I return to find my towels, chairs, and empty beer cans floating away. I was pissed! I invested a lot of time and energy into emptying those. Now some lucky lobster will be collecting my deposits. Additionally, while walking on the 6″ of remaining beach I realized I was walking on ice. I thought to myself, «Self why is there ice on this beach? Are you coming out of 6 month bender? Is it January? WTH?» I then realized it was from from some hipsters raising money for ALS. They asked if I wanted to do it, but I politely declined by stating«Screw you pal, I already had my shower this month.» I’ll report back tomorrow. Until then, stay vigilant my friends. UPDATE Back at the beach this morning. This voodoo beach has returned; however, you can’t fool this cat. I’ll be taking my empties home with me when I go back to get drunk… I mean go back to eat lunch. I’ve seen some children building moats and walls to protect their sand buildings… I’m considering this attempt to protect myself in case of returning flood waters. I’m happy with the increase in beach; however, I’m concerned that this trend may never end. What if the ocean continues to recede to a point of no return? What if this is end of life on the earth as we know it? If the oceans dry up, then where will I get my seafood from? I’m headed for my local lobster pound to start stock piling lobster and clams. They got me on the pork shortage, but they won’t get me on the seafood shortage of 2014. UPDATE… Returned to the beach this afternoon after stocking my freezer with lobster and cod, and my gut with with grilled cheese and tequila to find the ocean returning. While pleased to see the ocean returning, I’m in a lot of trouble with the misses for buying 200 lbs of lobsters. UPDATE… I’ve been away from Crescent/VooDoo Beach for a couple days. I had returned to my homeland(Noethern NY) to unload my lobster stash and try to avoid my misses and her recently penned divorce papers. Upon my arrival at 4AM I noticed the following… 1) no beach… I’ve given up on predicting this thing. If only someone would publish a chart regarding this beach’s schedule. 2) an old man starring off at the great sea. I spoke with the man briefly and he said something regarding Tide being up. This morning I bought 10,000 shares of Tide Detergent. Hopefully he was right. UPDATE… Good news everyone, my 10,000 shares of stock in Proctor & Gamble(Tide) recently went up drastically. I’m now a millionaire and I’m investing my profits in Cresent/Voodoo beach by purchasing a beach house. Until then I’m slumming it like everyone else and staying at the USA Inn on US1. Today I was trying to enjoy my day at the beach, that for once was there, and this tool next to me starts serenading his mistress and playing the guitar. I thought this was Maine 2014, not SanFrancisco 1969. I yelled«this is a family beach!» And continued to slam martinis. He continued and I decided it was time to head home and make some empties. Time to feed the lobsters.
