Family reunion, memories of dad… It’s impossible to be at the Rhode Island Beach with family and not think about my dad. Where was my dad who insured a love of the ocean. It was an unwritten rule that we had to spend at least a week in the mountains for my mom and a week at the ocean for my dad growing up. Before I mislead you into picturing some sort of luxury mountain top villa or beach side cottage the summer vacations of my youth were almost exclusively camping trips. Car camping vacations at idyllic and well maintained state forests around the northeast US. For many years the family would camp in Rhode Island. So this year as we planned our first family reunion since the start of covid we decided to rent a house near the beach In Rhode Island very close to the beaches of my youth… The nostalgia was further amplified by the fact that this was our first trip to see family in over 18 months before the start of the pandemic. Phone calls and video chats are not a replacement for face to face time with family.

Sore muscles from a week of swimming hard

Imprinted memories of the gentle sea, jumping fish, sunrise

Ice cream
Seafood

First college visit..