Is It Spring Yet?
I’ve lived through 42 winters and I’m none too happy about it. I guess most people are none too happy about winter, unless they love to ski, snowboard, sled, or make snowpeople.
As I prepare for a Thanksgiving/National Day of Mourning with a high of 22 degrees, I’m all too happy to remember a trip to a beach I had never been to before: Singing Beach.
A couple of friends and I took the train north of Boston to Manchester-by-the-Sea in August. The weather was great, which meant a crowded beach. But we found a nice spot and spent a few lovely hours there. There is a cute ice cream shop on the walk between the train station and the beach, and I got one of my favorites, peppermint stick.
I’m also all too happy to recall a fall trip to Lost Pond Sanctuary. Guess what, my boyfriend and I got lost trying to find it. Well, we found the sanctuary but we didn’t find the pond.
We rambled alongside a road that led to some municipal plant, crossed the road, and followed a path that eventually led us to a map of the sanctuary. We couldn’t figure out the map so we gave up. Maybe we’ll try again someday.