Race Point was gorgeous, yesterday. Well, for a while, that is. Man, did it get windy and cold, quickly separating the beach wimps from the true blues.
Off to Wellfleet Harbor, this morning. Cloudy days are costly. Don't ask. Still, some traditions need to be honored, such as a cuppa Dunkin', seaside. We thought to get a lobster roll, but hey... would you pay $24 for a few bites? Just for the record, it didn't happen.
Our next gray-day stop was Provincetown, where we headed to the wharf to see Khrista off. As irony would have it, the catch of the day was bountiful. The captain of this particular fishing boat told us that the popular red crustaceans were fetching a low market price, these days. I guess the fisherman in Wellfleet ignored the rules of supply and demand. Whatever! Get this: We could have purchased a hundred pounds of squiqqly ones for a mere $300. Of course, that didn't happen, either. But seriously, did ya ever see such a happy crewman?
While we waited for the ferry, we captured these lovely ladies. They helped to create
the history this harbor holds dear. Squisito, we think.
Mads is so adorable and sweet. Period. She has a special way of making a day.
We so enjoyed catching up with Khrista... we were long overdue, though Nic's wedding helped. She's blossomed into a fantastic
woman-of-the-world, with lots to contribute. We'll miss her, tomorrow, when we hit the sand.
woman-of-the-world, with lots to contribute. We'll miss her, tomorrow, when we hit the sand.
And our cousins already miss her!
That's the Cape for you... as diverse as the day is long. Just couldn't resist these two beauties. Their human was happy to grant me permission for a photo shoot. Missing Mambo.
That's all she wrote, for today. Old Sol is supposed shine once again, tomorrow, once again creating a brighter P-town. Till then...
