April 15, 2012 § 16 Comments
Yesterday we traveled up along Massachusetts’ North Shore brimming with purpose. Brimming also with coffee because that is a central element of a Saturday morning in this household. We were on our way to visit Turkey Shore Distillery, to learn more about the distilling process and to pick the owner’s brain of everything he knows.
But first came a requisite stop along the beach for a walk and a picnic. We wiggled our toes in the sand, waded brashly into the water (followed by an expeditious exit back onto the shore), and enthusiastically dug holes. Well, some of us dug holes. Some of us stayed on the sidelines and cheered.