We’re just back from ten days in New England; a week home in Maine for my sister Barb’s wedding, followed by a few all-too-short days at Saquish. Joining us at the beach were my sisters Sarah and Margie, Ben Petersen, my aunts Barbara and Jamie, and my Mom (and of course Foley and Jib).
For those who don’t know…a seven-mile sandspit sticks out into a Massachusetts bay, doglegs for about a mile, and that mile+ dogleg is Saquish. It really shouldn’t exist. Close to Boston, but requiring 4×4 or a boat to reach, there are no phone lines or electricity, beyond what might be provided through solar or wind. Our house was built by my grandfather and, like many, rests on stilts to protect from winter storm surges. We all grew up spending weeks at the house each year as kids. These days we manage only a few days a year…but fantasize about spending a full week out there again someday.
[...] some fish and spotted a whale. We went to Tulum. Won a couple awards. We went to Maine and went to Saquish. My sister Barb got married, Trip and Jesse too. We went to New York. A bunch. Denver and SF, too. [...]