Hit the road, hit the beach. As you can see, Tommy and I have been spending just about every hour outside of work…outside of our house. Last weekend we cruised down to our family’s cottage on Plum Island for a quick, relaxing beach trip. Well worth it. Plum Island is a completely quirky little island with funky cottages, giant seaside palaces, beautiful scenery, beaches and of course…the ocean. These landlocked kids needed a dose of the salty sea. Armed with my new red retro polka dot bathing suit and loads of sunscreen I plopped down on the beach for an entire afternoon of uninterrupted sunshine. I should’ve prefaced this by saying the temperatures here in New England were well into the 90’s (heat index 100+) during a 4-day heat wave. This wasn’t just a nice trip, it was a needed escape. Salty, balmy air mixed with freshly freckled skin made for a divine couple of days by the ocean. The trip wasn’t all about the beach though, we were here to see our family. Tom’s dad, Terry, and stepmom, Kathy, live on Plum Island now with Kathy’s kids just around the corner. Never a dull moment here. Between boating and barbecuing these guys kept us entertained. Full white wine glasses, long nights and late mornings. Yes, please.
Taking in the sunset with our newest family members Jeff, Holly and Jack. Tradition has it, or so I remember, that a local joint rings a bell when the sun sets. Terry has a similar bell rigged at their cottage to alert everyone that, yes, the sky is gorgeous and to get out of your house and see it!
Jeff at the helm. We cruised around the bay and various inlets (I think, I wasn’t paying attention to location as much as I was snapping pictures), had a couple beers and docked before heading out to make dinner.
Tommy at the end of Terry and Kathy’s tiny street. They have a nice private beach at the end where Jeff put in anchor, unloaded the cooler and cooled off.
Where I sat. For hours.
Cormorants as we cruised back to the yacht club.
Love. Finally FINALLY I have a photo of me AND Tommy. A rare occasion. Was lucky to have Kathy on board with us to snap this one in focus on a moving boat! Well played Kathy. Well played. Sun-kissed, and not sun burnt, we were two happy kids not yet ready to head home with our new collection of freckles.