We watched March come in like a lion in Bethany Beach, Delaware, the last day of February and the first day of March. Those lyrics come from a popular musical, "Carousel." Our room was cold, downstairs in the parlor a wood pellet stove cheerily heated the old house, haunted in some of the rooms says an article about haunted houses in Delaware.
On arrival, we walked a mile on the crusted sand. By morning the waves were whipping up geysers of spray. It wasn't the most pleasant retreat but it gave us some perspective.
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