Boat Graveyard



A fascinating ensemble of two dozen marooned and ghostly flotilla lay rotting away in the small Coney Island Creek. No one knows their names and when they first appeared abandoned in the small waterway. These vessels were brought here for illegal disposal burned out and marooned forever. Never to sail again.

The famous yellow submarine


You can access this 'little' yellow submarine burrito by canoe, boat or even by low tide.










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