french tunes crackled on the wireless. cc cheered at the snowy scenes out the window 'til we stopped for a walk among the towering pine trees. then found a secluded beach where the two misters chased ducks and stared out to sea.
the road took us on past wooden homes with smoking chimneys and musty antique stores selling anything from toboggans to saucepans. we stopped at a tiny cafe in chester for steaming chowder and toasted cheese sandwiches. then headed on back with cc talking nonstop all the way home.