Over the weekend (on the hottest day I can remember hitting New England in a long time), my sister Sarah, hubby Nate, and I decided to take a drive out to Rockport, MA to visit the shops and to spend some time along the coast.
I’m pretty sure that if I had money to live absolutely anywhere, Rockport would be one of the top contenders.
As my sister so accurately described it, it’s a town after our own heart.
Bustling with adorable shops and restaurants.
Colorful with fishing piers and coastal houses.
Warm in the summer with a salty breeze. Oh, yeah, and expensive… But we don’t like that last part so much, I suppose. 😉
Still, it’s a wonderful place to windowshop or to find unique items that make perfect gifts.
I could walk around all day, just browsing the shops and people-watching. (Although preferably on a cooler day, as the sun was pretty intense this time). 🙂
For lunch, we decided to eat at the Top Dog, which is the best hotdog place I’ve ever been to. Which I suppose isn’t saying much, because hotdogs are … well… hotdogs. But these are actually delicious!
The hotdog choices all have fun names and unique flavors. Like the Purebred, the Seeing Eye Dog, or even the Junkyard Dog.
I ordered the Shaggy Dog, which was a hotdog topped with fresh coleslaw and BBQ sauce. It was so delicious that I could hardly believe I was eating a hotdog.
Sarah had eaten there before and had raved that its food wouldn’t disappoint. She was right. This restaurant did most definitely hit the spot!
Of course then I was really thirsty, so I washed it all down with a big ol’ horse trough.
Kidding! Kidding!!! I promise that I do not drink out of giant horse troughs, no matter how thirsty I am. 🙂
After lunch, Sarah directed us to Gloucester, where she took me and Nate on a walk that led us to some great views. She knew about some hidden staircases to climb, which was pretty cool. (Even if she took us down a wrong path, which led us to some cliffs, which caused us to have to turn around and walk the path over again… and so we almost all died of heat stroke in the process). 😉
Still fun though, heatstroke or not.
There was even some historical significance to where she took us, but we all couldn’t read by this point so we have no idea what the plaques said.
At least soaking our toes and eating icecream cooled us down before insanity set in. 🙂
Until next time!!