Yesterday morning after six days in York, our son Will, his wife Laurel, and our one-year old grandson, Brooks, left for home, 400 miles away in Ithaca, New York. Good times. Welcoming each day, we coffee-ed, feasted on Hannah’s biscuits, and talked real, albeit all the while being semi-distracted by their high motor toddler.
After four days of Arizona heat and Georgia humidity here on the coast of Maine, we wake this Sunday at 530A to a quiet morning chill (62F); we even pull on long sleeve tee-shirts for comfort in this delightful summer cool. Skipping our usual morning stretches and meditation, we drive seven miles to Ogunquit (the next town north of York) to walk its expansive beach.
Typically in summer, we avoid Ogunquit like a plague of locusts because of the out of control congestion along Route One through town and impossible parking (and by that I mean, it’s not free).
But… just three days ago on an early July 4 morning, Hannah and I biked to Ogunquit where we’d learned that the massive beach-side parking lot is free until 8A! Ergo, if we arrive early, we can park for free, walk for an hour plus on the beach, and return home for a relaxed breakfast.
Once at the Atlantic Ocean, on a beach just waking up with tourists and locals, we take to the sand to walk north into the wind; a muted sun behind sketchy clouds leads us towards Moody (the next small town).
Immediately, a smiling man approaches and says, It’s just going to get colder. WTF!
What’s that all about? A. Is he just a negative sort who wanted to point out that our morning in paradise was not going to be as good as we think? (but then why the genuine smile?) B. He’s joking (and just isn’t very funny). C. It’s just an awkward spur of the moment comment (something we all can be guilty of). D. He genuinely wanted us to bundle up, concerned for our comfort (please, it was in the low 60s!). E. God only knows.
Even so, I give you the Ogunquit Beach early on the first Sunday in July.
We arrive back at the parking lot just before 8A to avoid the daily fee that had not been posted when we arrived. It is now. See below.
On the way home, we pop into the Cumberland Farms for the Sunday New York Times with its many sections which lasts us all week!
Once home on Chases Pond Road, I feel peace and love in my Namaste World with my Peet’s decaf, Hannah’s biscuits with blueberry jam, and the sports page of the Sunday Times all thanks to our Ogunquit Morning.