Last day- no surf at all

Our friends told us that this winter an angry nor-easter manhandled the surf up and over the road at the top of the hill with waves crashing onto the street. Unbelievably unbelievable how powerful Mother Nature is when she is pissed.

Our Inn provides this brand of soap packaged with paper. When we get home, I’m looking for it. Ever tried to reduce your plastic consumption? Next to impossible. China no longer accepts the worlds plastic garbage ostensibly for “recycling.” Knowing China, they probably just dumped it into the ocean. Now Americans (including me) gurgle plastic, toss it and have no idea where it goes. I just read that when we “recycle,” it doesn’t get “recycled,” it gets dumped.

When I shop I try to avoid plastic but it’s impossible. When a company like “Bee Kind” comes along, I’m going to give it a go.

Kyle wanted lobsters, and lobsters he got at the Black Point Inn, an awesome ancient Inn located beautifully on a knoll surrounded by ocean. What a magnificent place.

Higgins Beach Inn where we stay.

Biking for raspberries, serviceberry, etc on a hot sunny day and came across this allee of old oaks molested by wayward car and truck accidents, bark and trunk damage evident on every other tree. This cool respite from the heat reinforces my opinion that trees are the most obvious and simple solution to global warming (at a time of rapid deforestation). We as a species SUCK.