The Eldest was in town for the weekend. He always makes the most of his time, wherever he is.
Time to maximize summer.
A trip to the North Shore, he suggests? Sure.
The Girl and I were ready for an outing.
Crane’s Beach it is.
The last time The Eldest went on his bicycle. This time I drove.
We used our The Trustees of the Reservations cards, to access the parking lot, and save a few dollars. That always makes me happy, first to support The Trustees of the Reservations properties, second to visit them, and thirdly, to actually get some ‘value’ from the card.
What did we do?
Caught a little sun on a brightly striped towel.
Read a novel, to the sound of children playing in the sand, and in the surf.
Walked up the long beach on the tide wrinkled sand.
Had a sighting: Piping Plovers. Yes, they are real.
The Eldest had a quick dip in the ocean. Me? No, it’s too far from the Gulf Stream for me, especially on a grey day.
Then back into Essex for a late lunch at the iconic Woodman’s.
The line was only out the door, not around the block and back into the parking lot as it can be.
We ordered one of everything, just about. Clam chowder – stuffed with pieces of clam. For starters.
Fried clams, served with onion rings AND French Fries, as you do.
All so piping hot and fresh from the fryer that you realize why anyone would or should want to eat fried food in the first place. No wonder people have been standing in line outside Woodman’s for one hundred years.
And maybe we shared a lobster roll, on that special, almost-sweet, top sliced, buttered and toasted hot-dog bun.
I want to make that noise that Homer Simpson makes, when he’s both satisfied and still craving… the sound that’s a combination of ‘Ahhh’ and ‘yuum’, garnished with drool.
No, we did not enjoy the ice cream that they feature out back.
We have some pride.
I’ll have to go back for that another time.