Whocaresoclock, CT shore : grass right up to rocky beaches; the Sound; a light breeze; a football = solid holiday weekend day for Ted and Quinn. HHW and I stuffed full of fried clams from some authentic local shack. Kids likewise full.
Time for a beer!
Ice cream on way home planned. Miss the dogs, but am sure they are doing ok with Ga and Pap – and Louie.
Funny thing I always forget about many northern East Coast beaches – how small they are, how fast they fill up, and how (relatively) warm the water is.
(Got kind of cranky at Teddy when he claimed the Sound was cold. It’s got to be 10 degrees warmer than the Pacific near us. At least. But then again he spends no time in flat water that isn’t a pool and didn’t quite know how to get in and under and out of the breeze.)
Also not used to the the smell of lighter fluid – even at the public grills, it’s not really a Marin scent. (How’s that for a ridiculous statement?) Different fire habits, different coasts, I suppose.
Need to go get that beer.
Franklinsanity 
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