Yestereve, the family and I journeyed Southeast with our hobbyist pilot in hopes of dining at the Crabby Cowboy in Montauk. After all, I have not yet dined there, but have heard many good things, so I was quite excited.

However, upon arrival it seemed the entire area surrounding the airport was closed for the season; the boats sat in what looks like a forsaken graveyard at dusk, the Crabby Cowboy was dark and desolate and I was left with my taste buds yearning. I managed to snap a few shots before the night was through. I was tripod-less, but pleased with what I made out.

I know I’ve said it before, but there really is nothing like having a hobbyist pilot in the family who is always up for a new adventure. I’m one grateful panda.