After a small, freakish October snowstorm, we were blessed with some unusually gorgeous weather for November. Since the beginning of the pandemic, Hubby and I had instituted "Date Day". Almost every Sunday, we would venture out to a new place where we could safely enjoy the outdoors, get some exercise and reconnect with nature and each other. Most often, we found trails in a State Park or Town Forest and our adventure was almost always capped off with a visit to a local ice cream stand.
These Date Days have literally kept me sane. Just getting outside, away from eveyrone and everything, and spending time with Hubby was the balm I needed during a stressful time.
So on this beautiful November Sunday, instead of walking in the woods, we headed up to the beaches of Maine. First - over one of my favorite bridges....the Piscataqua River Bridge, which conncets New Hampshire to Maine on Route 95.