Bueller? Bueller?

Hampton Beach on March 22, 2012

Sunny and 80 degrees for the past couple of days. Crazy weather!

New England – formerly known for Puritanism and the Protestant work ethic – took off its clothes and went to the beach.

It’s late morning on a Thursday. Don’t these kids have school? Spontaneous Spring Break!

Bueller? Bueller?

Love to do a follow-up on whether the kid with “Prom?” lettered on his bare chest had any luck.

Dude. Your shorts.

Bikinis, board shorts, coolers and backpacks. All geared up for a day at the beach.

Without wetsuits, it would be painful to go in the ocean and nobody did. I did not see even one toe dipped into the frigid North Atlantic.

In March, we are usually waiting for “ice out” on NH lakes and ponds and weeping with joy at the appearance of the first crocus in a bare patch in melting snow.

Smile and say “Facebook.”

Only a few beach businesses were open. Chicken tenders, Italian sausage and fried dough were on the menu.

Only a few of the state park bathrooms were open, since summer staff has not been hired yet. Lines were long. But at least parking was free!… until April 1.

Tired birds

Meanwhile, on rocks at the far north end of Hampton Beach, purple sandpipers were taking a break from spring migration.

Shirtless, barefoot and tattooed, on Ocean Boulevard

It’s summer in early spring! Well, for a couple of days anyway.

Also: it’s National Goof Off Day

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