On Easter Sunday, the high in Portland reached 76 degrees, which set a new record (by almost 10 degrees!). Of course, we had to take advantage of this unbelievable weather, and headed to our favorite beach. We flew kites, sailed boats, ate "ice cream," dug holes in the sand, and played tag. It was incredible, beautiful — indescribable really. And I was reminded, yet again, of why it's worth it to suffer through the long Maine winters. Because days like this are priceless.
Travelingjenny 
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