Even in New Hampshire, July gets warm now.
We are not accustomed to the humidity, but even with it, the eighty degrees F was pleasant enough today and I met a dozen people out bicycling, past the Hurd Farm and along Nason Road to Hampton Falls.
Even the bicyclists were smiling this day, and that's not common: their faces are usually set in a determined grimace, especially going uphill. Bicycle riders in their Lyra outfits do not look like they are having a good time. They usually look as if they are suffering a test of character, and not happily.
The one annoying thing about summer in our town is the motorcycles, almost all ridden by balding guys with gray pony tails sans helmets, riding their fantasy machines back into some delusion of what life was life when America was still GREAT. And the motorcycles are always loud. Look at me, the road warrior. Hell's Angels wannabe's. I may be fat, wheezing, arms no longer muscled, guts spilling over the big belt buckle, but I still got it, you know. I'm on this hog.
What are you rebelling against?
What'd ya got?
That's them.
But, aside from the bikers, life is pleasant in our little town. The beach is filled, but not overcrowded. Parking limits access.
Winslow Homer, Edward Hopper, John Singer Sargent would all recognize the scenes around our town.
This is summer on the New Hampshire seacoast. If you only have 10 summers left, it's not a bad choice for some of them.
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| Rte 27 Hampton |
We are not accustomed to the humidity, but even with it, the eighty degrees F was pleasant enough today and I met a dozen people out bicycling, past the Hurd Farm and along Nason Road to Hampton Falls.
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| Winslow Homer |
Even the bicyclists were smiling this day, and that's not common: their faces are usually set in a determined grimace, especially going uphill. Bicycle riders in their Lyra outfits do not look like they are having a good time. They usually look as if they are suffering a test of character, and not happily.
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| Winslow Homer |
The one annoying thing about summer in our town is the motorcycles, almost all ridden by balding guys with gray pony tails sans helmets, riding their fantasy machines back into some delusion of what life was life when America was still GREAT. And the motorcycles are always loud. Look at me, the road warrior. Hell's Angels wannabe's. I may be fat, wheezing, arms no longer muscled, guts spilling over the big belt buckle, but I still got it, you know. I'm on this hog.
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| Winslow Homer |
What are you rebelling against?
What'd ya got?
That's them.
But, aside from the bikers, life is pleasant in our little town. The beach is filled, but not overcrowded. Parking limits access.
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| Rte 27 |
Winslow Homer, Edward Hopper, John Singer Sargent would all recognize the scenes around our town.
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| North Hampon Along Rte 1A |
This is summer on the New Hampshire seacoast. If you only have 10 summers left, it's not a bad choice for some of them.
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