New England Summer
Road to New England
On a trip to Boston, my husband and I decided to go up a weekend early and drive to Maine. Along the way we stopped at a Visitor’s Center as we crossed the New Hampshire line, leaving Massachusetts. The guide directed us to 1A, the scenic highway that hugs the shoreline up to Maine and casually winds through small towns. Having left 90+ degree weather behind in Texas, the 70 degree weather was a cool and exhilarating relief. The crisp air carried the wonderful fragrances of pines, juniper and flowers. If I could have bottled it to bring back with me, I would have.
This scene is from a quick stop at the New Hampshire beach – these words used together may seem odd to those of us who have grown up going to a beach on the Gulf of Mexico. The New England beaches are beautiful in their quiet, understated ways. Including the family dog in the beach walk or run is the typical scene. Missing are the clutter of beach umbrellas, sticky air, crush of swimsuit-clad people, trash and repeating Margarita-inspired songs so characteristic of Gulf summers. Of course that may mean no fun to many people. To me the New England beaches were refreshing… almost good enough to inspire me to get a Labrador Retriever and take off on a shoreline jog.