Greetings from Stonington, CT. It dosn't get much more peaceful than this. Out on a spit of land in Long Island Sound, the only thing to hear is the horn from a bouy. It's gorgeous. Boats and restaurants are here and there, and a certain sensibility you can't find on the west coast that's definitely New "English" if that means anything...

Still, I can't get over the apparantly widespread East-coast phenomenon of charging money to go to the beach. $6 and a nasty chain link fence all the way down the sand in Rhode Island! Call me a communist, but I'm of the opinion that beaches everywhere should be free, period.