Cold Atlantic

There is one place that always cheers me up when I’m feeling a bit down. There is one place that makes me forget about all of my insignificant worries. That place is the beach/ocean. I’ve always had a love for the ocean. It is so vast and mysterious. Standing on the beach looking at the ocean reminds me how small I really am. I’ve been really home sick for several weeks, so I decided to take a little day trip to the Atlantic. Even though it was the middle of January the weather was great. It was a pretty mild day with hardly any wind with temps in the low 30′s. We decided to bring the dogs along, because they are actually allowed on the beach during the off season. And as always the dogs were good for many laughs.  I used this trip as an opportunity to get new photos of the dogs for my desk at work.

Wynett really enjoyed playing in the water even though it was really cold.

Another reason I really enjoyed the ocean was that it was a small bit of space that wasn’t covered in several feet of snow. Thank heavens for that. The winters in New Hampshire are long, cold, and unforgiving. The beach let me pretend, even for just an hour, that I was some place warmer, kinder, and gentler.