It was groovy.
The subtle nuances of a New England coastal town that make you murmur, “I feel like I’ve been here before.” Quirky establishments that make you want to come back, however.
We moseyed into town and I had to say little more to Carey than, “Look, hun, there’s a cat.” Three cats, 3 struedels, 2 coffees and a view of the ocean later, and we were on our way back to Vermont with Carey saying, “That shook something loose in me,” and I know she meant, out of all the above, the water. My girl needs her ocean.
[Luna the cat.]
[Goggled pooch.]
[Seafood.]
[Another friendly neighbor.]
[It’s usually hard to talk Carey out of renting a seasonal hellhole like this, especially when there’s a sign telling you to do so. What can I say; I married a gypsy.]
Get there next time you’re around Boston. And hit up Helmet’s Struedel… and hit up the head. We quickly fell in love with this spot.
-Rob.
I spent 4th of July on a boat around Rockport. It is something beautiful.
Oooohh… new summer road trip destination, doable from Montreal. I thank thee.
ooooh goggled pooch and shack. destination!!
i love those little towns up there. it makes you feel like the cast of The Perfect Storm is going to pop out at any moment.
Love it there. Is it still a “dry town”? Though we didn’t mind because the places we went let us carry in our own wine – with no corkage fees. That was years ago, so not sure if that’s still the case.
i love your throw/coverlet/shawl thingy.. so much!