After a slow start, I finally got my ass in gear and headed out to the beach.
For the second day in a row.
The weather in the mid-coast has been warm verging on hot and sticky humid.
The roads are still crammed with out-of-staters. I have a love hate thing. I know that a lot of businesses here survive on what they earn during the summer when all the assholes drive their luxury SUVs up from parts south with their way too pretty teenage daughters in tow.
Traffic sucks. But eyeball liberty is off the charts.
I launched after filling my water bottle with ice and lemonade.
Two lights toward route one and I am at a standstill. I have the windows open and Boston blasting. One of my weirdisms. I always blast Boston on the way to the beach. If I can, the windows are open and the volume is at 11.
When I have to stop I turn the volume down, because I am considerate like that. So eight cars back at Cook’s Corner I am patiently waiting for the light to change.
I hear someone yell something. I look over my shoulder and a guy in the next lane asks again “Are you a veteran?”
I don’t think about this until a few miles later, but I have Maine Veterans plates on my car.
I say “Sure am, 23 years.” He says “Thank you.” and gives me a thumbs up. I return the thumbs up.
It is nice. I didn’t join the military at 19 to be thanked . I didn’t stay for 23 years to be thanked. But every now and then that is cool, if you know what I mean.
The drive down route 1 to the Kennebec Chaudière is pleasant. Once on the Chaudière it is driving heaven. The road has been resurfaced, so the potholes are gone. The Fusion could be mistaken for a sports cars. She loves the curves. I love the effortless way I can manage the curves while driving through the lush coastal forest on the way to the beach.
The ritual. Pull into the entrance for the beach. The air fragrant with honeysuckle and lilac and salt air. I usually have my ID out before I make the turn. I am used to some chit chat with the person at the gate, but lately they are waving me though because of the plate. Veteran plates are an automatic in.
Today I wish I could have stopped and paid.
Heartbreakingly gorgeous California Surfer girl was working the gate. She waved me through and being too stricken by her hotness I just kept driving.
Straight forward to the end of the parking lot where a statuesque redhead in a black bikini was waiting for her family. Oh, that mane of hair!
I haven’t surfed this summer. I didn’t even bring the wetsuit shorty or board, because the ocean has been so calm.
Today was different. Beautiful sets to the west. I could have kicked myself.
But the eyeball liberty was completely off the charts.
I don’t know if I have ever been so impressed by the physical beauty of the girls on my beach as I was today.
I have some shopping to do in the morning, but after that I am heading for the beach again.
The shorty, fins and board are in the trunk. That’s a body board by the way. An actual surfboard would not fit in my trunk!
Beanie’s birthday is tomorrow. We’re doing the party Saturday. Hope the weather holds.
Tomorrow is also a Blue Moon. Which is fitting.
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