Cape Cod Journal 2007, Part V
Well, it's been 3 months since my last post, and 5 months since we went to Cape Cod, but better late than never I guess. Anyway, I've finally gotten around to transcribing the final entry of my Cape Cod Journal from last summer. It's just a small one, but it's been bugging me that I never (until now) got around to completing the account.
6/15
Last night we talked about how remarkably fun the trip has been despite the past few days of cloudy, windy, chilly weather. We agreed, again, that the wonderful thing about the Cape is its variety, its fantastic density of “points of interest” packed into what is really a fairly small sliver of land. You’ve got scads of lovely beaches offering everything from mellow tidal pools to impressive breakers; you’ve got bookstores, galleries, and museums; you’ve got hiking and biking and boating (the latter are two are on the agenda for the next trip), and so on.
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Anyway, after talking about all that we made plans to leave for home right after check-out in the morning, since the weather was predicted to be cloudy once again—but the prediction is wrong and we wake up to blue skies! Naturally, we alter our plans and head for Wood Neck beach. The skies remain unblemished and the day is a veritable idyll. We lie about on the beach, protected from the wind and enjoying the more temperate water of Buzzard’s Bay where it is further gentled into tidal pools and streams. Nicholas and I build a ring-shaped, twelve-towered “drip castle” on the bank of one of the main tidal channels, buttressing it with large-ish stones from the stream and topping it off with a judicious selection of the abundant shells lying all around us. Then Nicholas goes to work again with his net and he and Suzanne capture even more crabs than we did before, and even a couple of small translucent prawns. We have been schooled all week to appreciate any hint of sun, so we are in a position to savor every moment of this last sun-blessed day of vacation.
We leave around 3 o’clock and hit the expected slow-down around Providence (& beyond), but a well-timed stop for a pizza dinner gives the traffic a chance to calm and we make it home in good time. The cats are glad to see us and it’s good to be home. At bedtime, Nicholas makes up a song about how he loves Cape Cod and Branford—or, as he puts it, “all the countries”...
6/15
Last night we talked about how remarkably fun the trip has been despite the past few days of cloudy, windy, chilly weather. We agreed, again, that the wonderful thing about the Cape is its variety, its fantastic density of “points of interest” packed into what is really a fairly small sliver of land. You’ve got scads of lovely beaches offering everything from mellow tidal pools to impressive breakers; you’ve got bookstores, galleries, and museums; you’ve got hiking and biking and boating (the latter are two are on the agenda for the next trip), and so on.
~
Anyway, after talking about all that we made plans to leave for home right after check-out in the morning, since the weather was predicted to be cloudy once again—but the prediction is wrong and we wake up to blue skies! Naturally, we alter our plans and head for Wood Neck beach. The skies remain unblemished and the day is a veritable idyll. We lie about on the beach, protected from the wind and enjoying the more temperate water of Buzzard’s Bay where it is further gentled into tidal pools and streams. Nicholas and I build a ring-shaped, twelve-towered “drip castle” on the bank of one of the main tidal channels, buttressing it with large-ish stones from the stream and topping it off with a judicious selection of the abundant shells lying all around us. Then Nicholas goes to work again with his net and he and Suzanne capture even more crabs than we did before, and even a couple of small translucent prawns. We have been schooled all week to appreciate any hint of sun, so we are in a position to savor every moment of this last sun-blessed day of vacation.
We leave around 3 o’clock and hit the expected slow-down around Providence (& beyond), but a well-timed stop for a pizza dinner gives the traffic a chance to calm and we make it home in good time. The cats are glad to see us and it’s good to be home. At bedtime, Nicholas makes up a song about how he loves Cape Cod and Branford—or, as he puts it, “all the countries”...
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