A couple of weekends ago, while in the healthy eye of these ill winds we've been enduring, we took a drive up to the beach in New Hampshire for a couple of hours and from there a further drive northward to the resort town of Ogunquit in Maine. It was spur of the moment, and we didn't have time to do much, so we walked down from the parking lot to Perkins Cove. The Cove has been a tourist trap for as long as I can remember, with tacky trinket shops and bland seafood restaurants decorated with lobster traps and buoys. The mile-long road between the Cove and Village is now studded with upscale restaurants and shops, many catering to the summer influx of LGBT visitors (who I suspect wouldn't be caught dead in the Cove). But habit sent us to the Cove, which is not without its charms.
The Marginal Way, a well-traveled trail carved along the craggy coastline, runs northward from Perkins Cove to the Village and beach. We intended to walk just a bit of it at the Cove end, but once partway along the trail we couldn't decide whether to turn back or go "just a little further" and then cut up one of the residential streets up to the main road. Which we did, but anxiously - it seemed so much farther than expected, and D was quickly tiring and fretting. Anyway, some locals (or perhaps tourists) we passed assured us the main road was yonder at the bottom of the steep hill we'd climbed (phew!). But it was a lovely view along the trail and the light was spectacular in the late afternoon. We really have to go up and stay up there some weekend to really enjoy it.