Going camping this weekend. While I grew up going up north (you know- new hampshire, vermont, maine) and still really like that atmosphere, this info my dad forwarded to me is looking pretty great:
“Grape Island: An hour's ride from Georges Island. In Hingham Bay, just off Weymouth's Webb State Park, Grape is a very real island, one known for its raspberries as well as grapes. Mowed paths lead to secluded campsites in shady woods and beaches are a mix of mussels and shells. This was a favored Indian summer spot for 7,000 years before settlers arrived and you can understand why. Pick up a map at the dock and follow the trail past the stone foundation, past the marsh wildflowers and along the shore to the picnic tables under the big willow at Sunset Point. Follow the path with its vista of Bumpkin Island and the Hull Shoreline. Short side trails leads to the northern shore. Circle the island once and cross it through the high grasses in the middle. Pick a spot to sun, read or snooze. Meet the tamest, sweetest skunks you will ever see."
I'm not so sure about the sweetest skunks, but I'll take the rest!
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