Mystic, Connecticut

Over the summer, I mentioned wanting to take a day trip to the coast. We never made the trek due to Peter's schedule, but feeling nostalgic for the sea led me to revisit my list this month. Mystic Connecticut jumped out as a charming coastal village that would offer me a "slice" (Mystic Pizza reference) of autumn in New England. 

I decided to be bold and take a day trip with Henry while Peter worked second shift this weekend. The three hour drive was long, but tolerable and Henry napped most of the way. 

We arrived mid afternoon and immediately stopped at a seafood shack by the water to put on our sweaters, watch the sailboats and have a cup of clam chowder. We then parked by the Mystic Seaport Museum and took a long walk downtown. 

Darling shops, pubs and restaurants abound on Main Street, but I had a mission to get a slice of Mystic Pizza. What everyone says is true...it's all about the sauce! 

Following our walk, we returned to the Seaport Museum at 4 pm, an hour before the exhibits close (the grounds close at 6 pm). The move was strategic as the rate for a "last hour" ticket is half that of a day pass. Traveling with an energy-filled toddler, this was the best possible option as it afforded us nearly two hours of free play in a gorgeous waterfront setting with no crowds. I knew the day pass would have been a bit of a waste for us because the majority of exhibits are geared toward older children (or those with a greater attention span!) and adults.

Henry loved exploring the shipyard, especially all the equipment for moving lumber. He was also a huge fan of the whaling boat, especially the sleeping quarters in the lower part of the ship. I explained to Henry that his dad sleeps in a similar bed on his submarine and he LOVED checking out "dadda's bed." 

During our remaining hour we explored the beautiful grounds in the golden hour light, admired the gardens and playing on the playground of boats designed especially for children to climb aboard and steer. 

As we were leaving passing through the gate on the way out, Henry hugged my neck and said, "I had fun at the park, mama." I melted, and knew that the memories shared made the trip a success.

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