Cape Cod

There is something magical about barrier islands and skinny strips of sand acting as peninsulas. They are continuously changing--fierce gales whip the sands to and fro into peaks and valleys; churning seas pummel the grains until they yield to the ocean's strength, devoured inch by inch, foot by foot. We build on land that is assumed to be permanent, when nothing could be further from the truth in places like Cape Cod. To our credit, our lives are so short in comparison to most geological changes that how could we think otherwise?

Approximate location: bicep of the Cape Cod "arm"; Towns: Brewster and Dennis
Dedication plaque on the bench overlooking the water: "Our happiest days were here. May it be so for you."

Carefree, away from the hustle of traffic outside of Boston. Enjoying the views before nightfall. Towns close up early here.

Breakfast with the locals outside of the Brewster General Store. Time to get the latest town gossip over coffee and muffins. Long church pews set up in a semi-circle outside to accommodate said gossip.

Cape Cod National Seashore. Location: forearm. Impromptu mushroom picking along the bike path!


Sites in Provincetown (Location: fingertip! we've run out of land):

South African food! Pumpkin kibbi, lemon tahini sauce on salad, awesome curried sweet potato fries. Funky digs.

Kettle ponds, freshwater leftovers from melting glaciers! The geek in me LOVES this stuff. Is it fishless, I wonder?

Lovely saltwater taffy at a roadside stand, "made by Cape Codders." Fluffernutter is the best flavor.