Today is Saturday, which means Mario and I were free to adventure. After discovering that not a single garage for inspections was open, we stumbled upon a BEACH in our very own Kingston! Whhaaaa?

Brick Beach, I stole this pic from the interwebz.

Very Attractive billboard on the beach.


It's not, like the greatest beach in the world, and no one was there except seven million seagulls, but we were still happy to find it.

To the left of this beach, was a beach made out of bricks instead of sand, and on the other side of that was some abandoned buildings, so, obviously we trekked through the brick beach. All the bricks said 'Hutton' on them and we didn't know how they got there.

Through the grassy knolls. (Fields of yellow grass and mud.) 

Apparently this place is (was) the Hutton Brick Company. Now a theme park for skaters and drunk teenagers, I guess...

Some very resourceful kids turned this into a makeshift skate park, awesome!

These kids actually used cement from somewhere to make ramps against walls. That's dedication.

William Hutton and John H. Cordts purchased the property in 1865 because of it's promise of clay resources, NYC's need for bricks, and lots of woodlots to provide fuel.
John H. Cordts ran the company for twenty-five years, and when he retired, Hutton's family owned and ran it until 1965. A hundred years! It was sold twice more and closed in 1980.

Steel kiln sheds, erected in 1940.

Filled with water and smelled AWEFUL.

A place to hide the bodies, I assume.

From my phone.

1948.

Found these aliens on the beach on the way back to the car.


Then we cleaned the car and fried some chicken. =] The end.