We went to visit the ocean, and (only) incidentally all of our separate, collective and familial memories of: going to the beach/vacationing/having fun, etc, etc. . .
Actually it went quite well. We found a lovely B&B with jacuzzi(!); had lobster for dinner, walked on the beach at night, came back to bathe and cavort.. . But Harry had hoped to lure me into a kayak for a calm back-bay paddling experience and when the morning dawned blustery, coolish and very very rough he was forced to reconsider.He was gracious about it, but I know he was cursing the weather gods...driving across the causeway in search of coffee we were sloshed with high crashing waves; it was very exciting. Clearly not kayacking weather.
Harry was disappointed I know but we did have such a sweet time in the jacuzzi (and in the car, coming and going: remembering our past, and separate trips to the shore with kids, with exes, fun and disappointments)
We'll be back - to kayak, walk on the beach, to sleep and wake to the sound of the surf.
(posted by Sally)
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