Day two...

In California, it's called the beach. In Oregon, the coast. Here in New England, they call it the seacoast. I don't know why, it's a bit redundant and twice as many syllables. That's far too many for the gal on the go.

Today's big goal was to drive the entire coast line of New Hampshire. We knew it wouldn't be a big deal, since it's a mere 18 miles long. There were sand beaches and rock beaches and crappy drivers on back highways. With the sun and the wind and the creepy tilt-a-whirls it felt like being at home.

On the way east (it was weird driving east to go to the coast!) from Concord, Tara and I missed our exit and didn't even know we'd ended up in Maine until we left the state and ended up back into New Hampshire. We were too distracted by this amazing giant chair in front of a school. We were taking each others pictures and posing when a garbage man with a sweet New England accent on his lunch came across the street to take our picture for us. Then we chatted with someone who worked at the school and we all agreed that, as Americans, we like our kitsch either tiny or gigantic. Nice guys.

Another good day.