Road Trip Bliss: Long Island — intelligenttravel.nationalgeographic.com

The east end of Long Island, New York, looks like the gaping jaws of a crocodile. I’m at the back of the animal’s throat, driving northeast on County Road 105, when I see the mouth opening wide in front of me. Here the reptile’s smile spreads around the Great Peconic Bay. “Head north, head north,” I tell my husband, Tim, and the suburban sprawl so synonymous with central Long Island gives way to farmland. Hand-painted roadside signs advertise fresh eggs, raw milk, lavender bouquets. I roll down the windows, slide back the sunroof, and crank up the radio. My hand surfs up and down on the wind. I breathe deeply, inhaling salty air and a bit of dust kicked up from the road. “I love it out here,” I say, as Tim laughs. “I know,” he says. “You’re geeking out like a little kid.”

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