Hampton Beach State Park - 05-26-2015

Thank you, Beca

Now this was truly a birthday to remember. Although I am away and alone in New Hampshire, I was surrounded by love and good wishes from lots of friends and family.  Facebook was the venue where most of the good wishes originated.  From Australia to Brazil and Italy; from Hawaii and California to Florida, the cheerful and positive wishes flowed in.  It was very gratifying.  I always thought that birthdays were nice to be remembered but not so nice being reminded.  My numbers are getting up there.  The lesson for the day learned was from a friend who reminded me that birthdays are for the celebration of life, not age.  Thank you, C

Liz & Shawn

My neighbors across the way, Liz and Shawn, were leaving a day early and left their wood with me.  A very nice gesture. So, with the remaining Chardonnay I have from last night's "celebration," I'll have my first fire in the fire pit provided.  Thank you Liz and Shawn.

Low tide

High tide

Depending on the tide, a siren would give a short wail before traffic lights turn red.  Two sets of gates are then lowered as bells clang and finally the one piece iron bridge would begin to rise.  After passage, the reverse occurs; the sounds of a clanging bell rings as gates are raised to their upright position. The wait is no more than a few minutes and the timing is dependent on boat traffic.  Don't ever get caught on the Hutchinson River Parkway when the lights begin to flash and that drawbridge is raised for boats on the Hutchinson River.  From experience, I can tell you that's a 10-15 minute wait.

I walked the area of the campground and onto Hampton Beach and took the following photos:

Just two rows of full hook-up campsites; 24 in each row.
Plenty of room to maneuver.

Once over the dune, the jetty juts out into the mouth of
the Hampton River.

Massive sharp edged rocks line the shoreline on both sides of the river.

Walking south southwest toward the ocean

I decided not to walk out onto the point.  There's no path
and one had to be sure-footed to jump from rock to rock.

Came across a contingent of young men doing their exercises

Don't think they were military based on their "out of synch" rhythm.....

....and their leisurely, though tired gait back to the Pavilion.

This was one reason to walk the jetty but decided they were
"where the boys are" and I would've been arrested
(and injured)

Looking back toward the west at the Ocean Blvd. (Route 1A) bridge
spanning the Hampton River

A memorial to Janet Sprague, a local resident who lost a battle
with cancer at 51.  Hampton Beach was her "haven" and her
3 adult sons deposited her ashes into the ocean she so loved.
Her story can be found HERE

The Pavilion 

Heading back to Winnie at the end of this row on site #2.