Travels: Plum Island - Plum Island, MA

Winter in New England: it's the same thing every year and by February I feel it is all that anyone can talk about. February, for me, is the depths of winter and always when it hits me that it's been cold and dreary for a good two months and it's really not going to get any better until two months from now.

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Last weekend was a relief from the harsh weather and it was actually in the 40's, which for us New Englanders in the middle of winter practically feels like a summer day. We took advantage of the sunshine and headed north of Boston to Plum Island.  Still covered in snow, it was a beautiful place to be on that Saturday. 

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Plum Island stretches about six miles once you get in to the refuge.  We drove a few miles down and when we got out of the car there were just a few other people heading to the beach.  I'm used to the beaches in New England being packed; full of people, colorful umbrellas and navigating hot sand to find a small patch to set up camp. 

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This was the exact opposite: there was no one for miles for the most part. Actually being on the beach in the dead of winter was strange, it felt like we were in the middle of a desert.

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Vitamin D did us good and helped make it a little easier to brave the next weeks of cold weather. I'm already pining for another warm day as I sit here wrapped in a blanket with two pairs of socks on and the space heater close by. 

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Left: Instagram of a photo Right: Photo of an instagram

Left: Instagram of a photo Right: Photo of an instagram

Travels: Deer Island - Boston, MA

Two weekends ago we hopped in the car and headed north for the day.  Taking day trips, exploring different towns and in general soaking up all of the New England charm that comes with living here in the fall is probably my favorite thing. I had been wanting to go to Deer Island for a while, because of the awesome view you get of the Boston skyline from it. 


It's a strange place.  At once an island, it is now connected to the mainland due to beach erosion from a hurricane back in the late 1930's.  There is a walking path that takes you along the perimeter of the island.  On one side you get a sweeping view of the Boston Harbor Islands and the Boston skyline. On the other side you can see up the north shore coast and out in to the Atlantic. In the middle is dense plant life. And at the tip of the island: a water treatment plant. It's a weird juxtaposition of the natural and industrial, but nevertheless it was a neat place to walk around for a few hours.   


The whole time we were there, there were planes taking off and landing every few minutes. Flying in to Logan is actually one of the prettiest landings I've ever witnessed when coming in to an urban airport.  We've typically come in over the north shore and there are colorful houses, lighthouses and you can see the clear curve of the coastline.  Finally being able to stand on the ground that we always stare at out the small airplane windows was pretty cool. 


And thanks to Dean, for never saying no to getting in the car and driving and putting up with being in front of the camera.