The kids and I took a road trip to Maine last weekend. On the way back, we drove through several thunder storms, some large enough to make my hands clutch the steering wheels a bit too tight. As we approached the border of Massachusetts and New Hampshire, it occurred to me that we should make a detour to Plum Island. I had been there years ago, with fond memories lingering of beautiful beaches, and endless vistas. Despite the threatening clouds, and possible downpours, we found our way to one of the beaches.
The kids loved the empty beach. Who was going to come to the beach on that kind of day? They ran, and skipped and drew on the sand. We didn't stay long, but I promised them we would go back there again before we head back out West.
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