Beach bound

We leave tomorrow, bright & early, for our annual trip to Salisbury Beach. I. Can’t. Wait. My bag is packed, I’m ready to go. My favorite girl made a count-down sign and has been packed for a week. The two male members of this household have yet to pack but will throw trunks & toothbrushes in a bag at some point today. Between now and our 6 a.m. departure tomorrow, a few important things need to happen, including one last swim as I attempt to hit my goal of 800 meters before I let myself go completely to pot on vacay; delivering a birthday gift to our favorite 18-year-old (happy birthday, Alexis!); and one last cooking club gathering tonight with some of my besties. We’ll toast the waning of summer while sipping bubbly in the pool.

My math may be off, but I think this is our 9th year to make the beach trip. Two summers ago, I was benched by the heinous post-mastectomy infection. Missing the trip was as tough as the ordeal that caused it, and I’m still in do-over mode. I usually invoke a 10 a.m. start time for drinking on the beach, but in true do-over fashion, I may just relax that rule and say anything goes in the beverage-consumption department. 

The beach trip is always special and much-anticipated for many reasons: spending time with our surrogate family, escaping the brutal Texas heat, lounging on the beach, eating lobster, and going to Fenway Park for a Red Sox game or two. The trip has taken on additional relevance for me in the wake of a health crisis, because it signifies the light at the end of the tunnel and the reward for making it through the really rough stuff. It symbolizes a return to normalcy after a hellish span of time.

The bittersweet part of this year’s trip will be leaving our little piggie behind. While she would be a fun addition to our beach party, the logistics of getting her from here to there and back again are too stressful — for her and for us. She’ll be in good hands, though, with Keely the piggie-loving pet sitter. We stocked up on provisions for our little piggie, so it will be business as usual for her as she fills the hours in between breakfast and dinner. 

On the way home from Costco, with a half ton of produce in the backseat, I saw this car and smiled to myself. I viewed the whimsical paint job as a harbinger of good things to come: fun, carefree, colorful days in the sun, surrounded by the people I love the most. I couldn’t help but notice the placement of the Modelo billboard just beyond the St Arnold’s Brewery tie-dye car as I prepared for our big trip–that’s some good karma right there.

This beach trip will be full of all of our favorite things, and we’ll have the added bonus of sharing our favorite beach with none other than Amy Hoover, my medical sherpa, and her 3 boys as they make the long journey home from Maine. Salisbury Beach is right on their way home, so we’ll rendezvous on the beach. How fun!

We’ll be doing a whole lot of this

and some of this

with a little bit of this

and a pinch of this

and of course, a healthy dose of this.

11 Comments on “Beach bound”

  1. Eddie says:

    Yeehaw cowgirl! Nine years it is! Macy has only missed one summer. I’m glad you’ll be back on the beach, and not just so you can watch your kids. Summer at Salisbury always makes my dad feel a little bit more present and never fails to remind me of Barbara’s infectious, joyful laugh.

  2. Liz says:

    Have a wonderful time!

  3. gozzygirl says:

    Sounds like a well earned vacation. Strangely, I’m also heading to Boston for a few days, and I’ve been thinking of asking you about where to get a good chowder. Any ideas?

    • Gozzy: Go to Legal Seafood for chowder. There are several locations in the city, and a couple in Logan airport, too. If you have a chance to go to the North End, go to Pizzeria Regina — the best pizza ever! Have a great trip.

  4. Enjoy! And hey, don’t beat yourself up over relaxing your 10 a.m drinking start time 🙂 It is one of the perks of having survived cancer:)

  5. “I’ll have what YOU’RE having!” There is no place on this planet that calms my insides like the ocean. Have a great time….. Was in Boston over Thanksgiving weekend. Hadn’t been there in years…. What a great city (ummmm, as a NY sports fan, I don’t think I’m supposed to exactly admit that….. and it does span baseball, football and HOCKEY…. probably basketball, too but I haven’t been following that sport for many years!!) …

    Anyway… great city…. love your photos…. can’t wait for new ones!!


  6. Amy H. says:

    here we come!! Thanks for having us! Can’t wait to catch up!

  7. Have a great time! Enjoy!

  8. Wish I could tag along. Is there room in your suitcase for me? Have a joyous time. xx

  9. […] A friend of mine has suffered an unspeakable loss. I’ve been reeling since I heard the terrible news last night. An unexpected tragedy suffered by someone I like and respect has rudely interrupted my vacation, shattering the peace and tranquility of time spent at the shore.  […]

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