We’re approaching Old Saybrook, Connecticut, aboard an Amtrak regional train, number 93, which left Boston’s South Station about an hour ago. I was surprised to learn that this train travels at speeds up to 120 miles per hour. That’s snail rail compared with the TGV in France, but still. Not bad for old Amtrak. The views out the left side of the car alternate between deep woods and glimpses of the shore, today shrouded in light fog.
Our destination is a rendezvous with old friends Ben and Carol Beach at the place where Ben has been summering since he was born, or thereabouts. I’ve never seen this mythical “Buffalo Bay” he’s always raved about. Tonight we will return by Amtrak after a day of lobster rolls, beach, and stories old and new.