Sunsets and Chowder

With no commitments we decided to escape for a weekend excursion. The question at hand: mountains or beach. Even in February, there’s something about the gray, dreary coast in the dead of winter I find appealing. Although when Friday arrived Mother Nature decided to fast forward the calendar to June. Not a cloud in sight and temperatures in the 60s.

We packed it in: beach combing, seashell collecting, Skuuting, sunset watching, dance parties, fresh crab cracking (we had to eat quickly before Hadley finished it all, butter dripping off her chin), and a trip to Mo’s for their famous clam chowder.  I had the best intentions to make headway on my book club book, but with so many good magazines and other interesting books around  I was easily distracted.

Discovered a family-friendly cottage community we plan on returning to again. Love off-season rates in the wintertime. Only next time, it will be for longer than two short days.

Carson’s favorite parts: Sleeping in a tent (canopy) bed. Dreamed about circuses and camping. And of course, riding his Skuut. And the park! Which was a stone’s throw from our front porch and we went to four times in 36 hours. As we pulled away he lamented, I don’t want to leave our blue beach house...can we just live here. 

We ended the trip with a stop off at the candy store for Seafoam and Beaver Claws. Seemed like a great idea at the time. To celebrate the end of such a fun-filled weekend. Until the relaxing drive home we envisioned while the kids napped turned into 20+ verses of Yankee! Doodle!, followed by hysterical laughing, followed by two hours of no actual napping: