We turned North on Thursday, and headed for a day-trip to our favorite New England beach,
Crane Beach, managed by Massachusetts' own land-trust, the
Trustees of the Reservation. Crane's is a gorgeous, pastoral beach, with rolling dunes and a sprawling, protected beach. Upon our arrival, though, we were slightly cautioned. The water temperature was listed as a mere 58 degrees, clouds threatened over the beach, and the sun would peak out every twenty minutes or so, otherwise warming the top-side of the dark clouds above us.
While we had no rain, it was hardly sunbathing weather. We instead read, relaxed, napped, enjoyed a lovely picnic, and later in the afternoon, went for a hike among the dunes on the Western shore of the barrier island. Crane's manages miles of trails among the dunes, tucking into small pine woods and over barren dunes, some large enough to make one think you are walking the foothills of a larger range.
After our hike, we made an impromptu decision. After stopping at a local orchard to pick up some treats and ice cream, we turned further North and headed back to one of our favorite towns, Portland, Maine. Some of you may remember that Kevin shared his fondness for this harbour-town with his family after graduation; but Portland, where Abigail spent last summer working, is the site of much nostalgia and revelry for the two of us, who enjoy the local restaurants and the live music.
We enjoyed a pitcher of beer, fried clams, and live music at our
favorite waterfront establishment, the
Portland Lobster Company, before diving into the best pepperoni pizza in the world at the
Flatbread Company. The day also provided an opportunity for us to partake of a midnight drive home together -- something we love so much and do far too little.
You can see all of our pictures from this amazing improv of a day
here, including, believe it or not, some that are not in black and white.
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