|An osprey nest platform|
outside the nature center
This is a shame, I was told when I finally went this year, because the boardwalk was wiped out during Hurricane Sandy last year, along with a huge bathhouse for showering and changing. Those who have been camping at this beach for years (even decades) were very nostalgic about the beach before the destruction and erosion.
I wanted to tell them it's still pretty damn gorgeous. The waves are minimal compared to any ocean beach. Connecticut's unique as an
|The view from our campsite at dawn|
Going was a random, impulsive decision. The night before Mark and I
|Ava and Liz at the beach|
So the night before we went to Richmond I was keeping Mark from sleeping after another of his 13-hour work days with my laptop open, sticky notes out, Red Sox game on. I was trying to confirm our hotel reservation (which I had cancelled by mistake, so I guess I was making a new one) but the reservation site kept crashing, and their 1-800 number wasn't answering. I clicked on the state park website for refuge, thinking of Labor Day weekend. Ten minutes later I had reserved the last of more than 500 Hammonasset camping sites for the following week.
I made the hotel reservation from the road.
|Shey and Ava playing near the dunes|
But camping is escape, we knew that, so we got through it. When our site turned out to be a few feet from a very loud generator that ran 15 hours a day (most sites at Hammonnasset don't have electric or water hook-ups), the staff found us a quieter spot so I could stay. And once we settled in, I was suddenly the happiest I'd been in a long time. I like mountains and woods and hiking, but I like the sound and sight of water even more so camping at Hammonasset was special.
|Lizzy touched the snakes.|
I took the pictures.
|Reading and writing inside my tent on a rainy day.|
Lizzy did almost all her summer reading this week.
their clothes. Some girls from a residential group home did, followed the next day by bunches of Bangladeshi families attending a religious (and cricket, as far as I could tell) festival. Their gauzy clothes floated in the water and the girls and boys both shrieked at the same pitch. Old ladies waded in wearing clothes from head to toe, and sandals, and laughing.
|Our first-ever trip to Lenny and Joe's Fish Tale|
Lizzy is the youngest of our eight kids and we have rarely spent a day alone with her so this was a gift. She's hilarious, and very, very sweet. She was also bored without siblings, and begged her sisters to keep her company. Sheyanne came for two nights with her cute pixie Ava and that was great. And
That's a story for another time :) Love, Lisa