seabrook: where the humidity hugs you like a forgotten t-shirt
just got back from seabrook with a camera full of questionable shots and a head full of saltwater. this place doesn't do subtlety - it slaps you in the face with this weird 18.97°C weather that feels like 19.01 if you squint, and the locals call it 'sweater season.' pressure's at 1011 hpa so you know the sky's about to cry, but whatever, i'm here for the grnd_level vibes of 1008 which apparently means the air's thick enough to chew. humidity's 80% so your hair does that thing where it defies gravity like it's auditioning for a mosh pit.
someone told me seabrook's *seaside market is where you go to find treasures that whisper stories, but all i found was a seagull stealing my sandwich. heard whispers that the old pier transforms into a floating bar at dusk, but when i showed up with my gear, it was just fishermen giving me side-eyes. temp_min is 17.89 so bring layers unless you enjoy shivering while pretending you're not cold.
if you get restless, tel aviv's neon dreams are a short drive away, but seabrook's got this stubborn charm that sticks to your boots. the sea_level pressure's 1011 which locals swear affects the local espresso, but honestly? just hit up this caffeine den where the barista judges your order more than your ex. i overheard that the fish taco shack near the bus stop serves dreams wrapped in tortillas - here's the lowdown if you're brave enough to brave the line.
temp_max hits 19.1 so don't pack that parka unless you're into fashion statements. the graffitied alley behind the library? apparently a hidden gallery, but i spent two hours getting lost and ended up at someone's laundry line. this forum has debates about whether the lighthouse keeper* is real or just a local legend, but honestly, the fog plays tricks here. seabrook doesn't give answers, just more questions and sand in your camera bag.
heard from a drunk sailor that the real magic happens when the humidity hits 85% and the moon's full - something about mermaids stealing camera lenses.
local bartender warned me about the 'ghost crab' season where tiny crabs migrate across main street at 3am. don't wear open-toed shoes.
overheard at the bus stop: 'if you find a purple shell, it means you'll come back. but only if you leave your lens cap on the pier.'
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