Winter, Black Flies, and Construction and props to you if you can guess the quip that belongs to those three (four?) words.
For many of us, childhood in New England meant frequent road trips to an adjoining state. I've never hit all six states in the space of a day, but I can name at least a few occasions when I've hit 5 (sorry, Vermont). That's why, when I think of my favorite summer memories, they're all based in New England but they're all over the place. I remember camping with my dad in the White Mountains and learning to fish there. Every summer from early elementary school up until college was spent in Saco Bay, and I spent many of my college summers crammed in a house in Nantucket with too may people and not enough septic (ugh). While I was living in the Berkshires, I spent many days driving through the bucolic northwestern hills of Connecticut or visiting our close friends in Newport (yeah, still no Vermont. I have been to the Ben and Jerry's stockholders meetings, though. That counts, right?)
The husband and I met in Maine (he's a native) and I'm a (Merrimack) Valley Girl. Now we live somewhere in Metrowest, MA in the land I lovingly refer to as Stepford. I'm wondering what your favorite summer in New England destinations and memories are and how many of them involve states other than your own. I'll start by listing mine:
- There are beaches in Nantucket that, even in the height of summer, are uninhabited. I like to find one and sit there alone.
- There's a restaurant in Camp Ellis Maine called Huots that has the best onion rings on the planet. They have a take out window so you can grab your food and eat it on the jetty as you watch the sun go down on the bay.
- Visiting our friends in Rangely, ME and Newport, and Down the Cape
- The smell of the shower when the water first hits you after a long day at the beach: salt and sweat and sunscreen. Heaven.
- The Barking Crab at Fort Point Channel
- Happy's Lemonade at Salisbury Beach
- Hampton's local color
Now, let's hear yours...
