I just came back from a few days at the Connecticut shore. It was heavenly to get back to a place where I could walk along a beach, pick up shells, get sand between my toes. I also appreciated the fact that it was flat! That may sound strange, but everything around here requires climbing up or down. Even my own property is on a hill. So I took a few walks, especially during the early morning hours when no one was out and about except to wash off a sidewalk or get in a morning constitutional. And then that good sea air felt splendid. As one friend commented, "We landlocked folks have to satisfy that craving for the edge now and then."
An historic town with many former sea captains' homes, Mystic is on the Mystic River where it flows into Long Island Sound. Right in the heart of town, a large drawbridge lifts hourly allowing passage of various boats--totally stopping automobile traffic--but soon closes again as everything sorts itself out quickly enough.
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| Almost no one's around at this early hour. |
Who remembers that movie some years back--Mystic Pizza with a young Julia Roberts? A real pizzeria, it's still there.
Next week: Groton Long Point, just a few miles from Mystic.
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