We awakened this morning to the return of Old Sol. Yippee! After a great breakfast here at the rented ranch and a stop at Sam's Deli in North Eastham for beach-y lunch fare, we hit our new favorite, Marconi, once again.
Mambo seems to be saying, "Just smell that salt air..."
Joe counted... there are 53 steps down huge, sun-drenched dunes to access the most amazing beach, where the sea and sky merge in exquisite shades of blue. Hey, I know that guy with all the beach gear. :-)
Rumor had it that today's surf would be wild and crazy, after yesterday's rain. It was. With a sprinkling of beach lovers such as ourselves for an audience, exhilarated surfers put on the show of shows.
"The guy in the green and black wetsuit" became my person to watch. Using a short board, he gave a performance comparable to that of a freestyle skier... one who would also use short boards.
What a great day for surfers and sand-dwellers, alike. Giving thanks.
