We spent a lovely Saturday on the North Shore, reading on the beach for hours and hours until the biting flies finally broke me down. I’m in denial that summer is coming to an end, and the cooler temperatures are really stressing me out. I hate thinking about how many beach days I might have left. From the beach, we ventured into Newburyport, and it just happened to be the town’s Labor Day Festival. We wandered the streets and visited all the shops, then dined at a park on chowder and fish and chips from Jim’s Clam Stand. We had polished off all our cold water earlier at the beach, and I was nearly dying of thirst at this point. I have a real thing against buying water bottles (I hate the waste of plastic bottles, and I don’t believe in paying for filtered tap water), so I usually fill my trusty Contigo at home and bring it with me on outings like this. But our bottles were in the car, and there was not a drinking fountain in sight. So Tim did the dirty work and purchased a bottle of Poland Spring water. My only consolation was that I could blog it as my dollar purchase for the day.
Tagged: beach, Jim's Clam Stand, Labor Day Festival, Newburyport, North Shore, Poland Spring
My contigo broke! It is ruining my life. I feel dehydrated all the time, even though I try and drink from other bottles.