Brought along the ole binoculars to check out the action on and offshore. Lots of lobster fishermen, skidoos, sail boats, and power craft. Checked the folks left and right from us - all shapes and sizes - keeping a respectful 50+ feet distance – proper beach etiquette. Violators are given dirty looks. Um… where are the babes? Nowhere in sight. Left, right, behind me, um.... I guess at
Around noon the browned, saggy, and wrinkly bodies came out. Some looked like they're really on the crispy side. And lots of big bellies - looking like beached whales. Um... maybe I otta swim to Boston? Ya can see it from Hull ya know.
I brought along a couple coolers filled with sandwiches (preferred sustenance) for the week - saved tons of money. Ain't a lot of restaurants around here worth visiting. For fresh seafood we went to MickieD's and ordered FishMacs.
Meanwhile back on the beach... every time I pulled out a sandwich a freaking hoard of seagulls attacked our little piece of beach. Aggressive f-ing buggers. Threw tons of rocks at em, but to no avail. My freaking shoulder is out too. Still hurts.
Found some monster Quahogs. I ain't never seen such big ones in my life – easily weighing in at over a lb. each. I told my wife they got teeth - she fell for it. Imagine stuffing those buggers and chowing down? Na.... ain’t gonna happen. I've become attached to those little guys so that I decided to give them a permanent home. I named them, Moe, Larry and Curly.
Yup - they're in the bathtub with Nantasket Beach sand andocean water. Even setup an aerator to pump in fresh O2. Unfortunately there's a bit of a turf battle going on with the bathtub. Seems the Misses ain't partial to sharing the tub with clams. But honey these guys are family! Anyways, I had to promise her that this weekend I’d find them a permanent home. Otherwise they're clam dip, she said.
We didn't spend vacation on our butts. We got lots of exercise – jogging on the beach and kite flying. Yeah, we showed the public some real nifty wrist action with our stunt kites. Hey, we even gave a bunch of folks stunt kite flying lessons. And a first, we sent a brand new Mega Easy Flyer – 9’ x 22’. What a beauty.
A week on the beach and what do ya get? A fully relaxed psyche and a whopping case of sunburn. I know, I know... I was warned. But real men don’t use tanning stuff.
Damn if we didn't have some fun. Gotta do it again real soon.
I brought along a couple coolers filled with sandwiches (preferred sustenance) for the week - saved tons of money. Ain't a lot of restaurants around here worth visiting. For fresh seafood we went to MickieD's and ordered FishMacs.
Meanwhile back on the beach... every time I pulled out a sandwich a freaking hoard of seagulls attacked our little piece of beach. Aggressive f-ing buggers. Threw tons of rocks at em, but to no avail. My freaking shoulder is out too. Still hurts.
Yup - they're in the bathtub with Nantasket Beach sand and
We didn't spend vacation on our butts. We got lots of exercise – jogging on the beach and kite flying. Yeah, we showed the public some real nifty wrist action with our stunt kites. Hey, we even gave a bunch of folks stunt kite flying lessons. And a first, we sent a brand new Mega Easy Flyer – 9’ x 22’. What a beauty.
A week on the beach and what do ya get? A fully relaxed psyche and a whopping case of sunburn. I know, I know... I was warned. But real men don’t use tanning stuff.
Damn if we didn't have some fun. Gotta do it again real soon.
