Like the rest of the non-Hampton ‘summer home’ owners living in New York City (read: those of us still eating ramen for dinner occasionally), I have taken the trek to Montauk for a long weekend. Except unlike the rest of the city, I went in early April- when the weather is thinking about warming up, but in reality is still pretty darn freezing on the water. Welcome to the Northeast.
When you go in the off season, the entire beach is for you and you alone. Or the significant other you bring with you. Who happens to be a photographer.
We stayed at the Royal Atlantic Beach Resort, which on a scale of 1 to Beyonce-level glam, was about a …3 (arbitrary number, but you get the idea). But it was just what I was looking for – a room with a view of the ocean AND within walking distance of a great pizza place. (I probably would’ve given up the bed for another slice of that veggie pizza).
I totally recommend going to Montauk not during the months of June-August if you want a cozy, semi-isolated trip that truly feels a million miles away from the city.
All photos courtesy of Dylan Johnston.