"I want to go to the beach"

That's what I said as Mikey and I walked out of the bakery into the first sunny day in what felt like years yesterday morning. "The beach? It's 11:30! It takes like 3 hours to get to the beach!" "So?" "Good point."
And so, in a matter of 15 minutes we'd packed up the truck with sun screen, towels, a cooler full of beer and road snacks, and were off!



4 blissful hours of sun and sand was followed up by crisp white wine, in nearby Mystic. Accompanied by Oysters, crab legs, and more white wine! Along with promises to definitely do this again sometime, for a whole weekend, very soon!