Today we abandon the Osborn's to their work and head north. Gary suggests we are so close to Maine and New Hampshire we should drive up to those states.
We drive through little rural coastal towns, farm land, antique stores on the way to New Hampshire. All the while looking at very old buildings and some new buildings.
We stop stop to park in the expen$ive parking find some public facilities.
I have gotten car sick and find a little convenience store that has packets of Dramamine. The young Russian sounding fellows don't know what Dramamine is. I explain and they search and find three different packagings of it.
We take another long walk on this free public beach "The Hampton Beach" and lots of people, all ages shapes size and colors on this beach this sunny Monday.
We stop and talk to real East coast lifeguard Nick, who will chat but he still has to watch the beach. He says they train daily for this job, he is as trim a young man as I have seen on this trip. He says many of the other life guards have their EMT certification, he has not gotten his yet.
While walking back to our car we discover that there has been a sand sculpture competition and these statues are interesting. I have taken many photos of them.
We leave expen$ive parking and drive up to Maine for a brief coast line tour. Million dollar homes on the coastal road way.
Time tells us to head back to Essex. Ozzie has planned a Monday night potluck with steamed clams. He has a group of friends that meet most Wednesday nights. These fellows bring their wives. Heather comes with Bouy, Triston is in and out. We don't do justice to all of the clams Ozzie has steamed but we try until there is almost no room for the additional, delicious pot luck. Sandy is as generous a hostess as I have ever met.
After dinner Ozzie lays a fire and the story telling starts. Oh my goodness, what stories...about sailing to Canada, skiing, barns burning down. Gary's tumble playing full contact golf. Lots of laughs I can tell you.
No comments:
Post a Comment