We took a little trip up to York, Maine last night to check out the beach that many of the locals go to. We arrived after dinner and parked along what we thought was the main drag. There were silver shops, ice cream shops, candy stores, and the weirdo t-shirt shop that all the teens like to hang out in to buy hemp necklaces and incense.
We walked along the shore and enjoyed a beautiful setting sun, but our walk only took about 5 minutes, and we couldn't figure out why all the Dover-ites were so crazy about York Beach. On the way back to NH, we took 1A South, which led us to the actual beach. As it turned out, we were at a little access point in an inlet and not at York Beach proper. The differences were striking, and we will be going back to York soon to enjoy what we now call the real beach.
Though unintentional, we took an alternate route down the shore on 1A-S to 103W and then to 236W. It was a beautiful drive. We would round corners and see the ocean between beautiful seaside cottages. We crossed the Piscataqua bridge back into NH just as it got dark, and we could see all the lights from the harbor and downtown Portsmouth. We really fell in love with Maine last night.
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