It clearly inspired Stephen King so there’s some good to it.
Plum Island is my favorite place on earth. If I could afford a million dollar cottage, I’d happily live there despite my general desire to never live in Massachusetts again.
Plum Island…it’s a Peach!!!
I’m going up to Quebec City, Nova Scotia, and then back down to Mount Desert Island in Maine for the next two weeks. I am hoping for some absolutely frigid weather. Fires in the fireplaces and wearing sweaters, bring it on.
NYC was only 84 today but so humid I couldn’t bear to wear a tee shirt.
My grandparents had a cottage on the Basin, and my mother and I lived there for a while when I was young. Sand road, tar paper roof, old wooden boat sunk in the reeds, you could paddle over it at high tide and scare the crap out of your friends. Psychedelic sunsets, only a week or two of intolerable bugs. Bliss. My grandmother fixed it up and sold it years ago, and now if I want to I can rent it for $2800 a week. 
I was wearing a sweater yesterday at a pool party. I wasn’t the only one.
More like a month of intolerable bugs. The greenheads come out at the next full moon and will stick around until the one after. Also, the noseeums can be fairly vicious on Plum Island in the evening, particularly in late summer.
Yes, and the one in MA doesn’t have conspiracy theories about the government creating Lyme disease as a bio-weapon there surrounding it. It does have a huge ominous sign saying that if there’s a melt down at the nuke plant there’s no evacuation possible, though.
Even more weather fun–all day long I have been watching the prediction tracks of TS Cindy dance around and now they have settled down.
Right over my house.