At some point in all the miles and hours of driving...a few starts and stops, (i.e., gwtting lost), I made it to Cape Cod, only one hour or so before that Spouse o' Mine arrived from the Boston airport/shuttle bus to Sandwich, Mass. I had already taken a hotel room, and daughter Gillian met us there. Off we went for seafood dinner on the shore, and then we two collapsed in our hotel room.
The next day, we did this:
Gillian's back yard...
...complete with swans!!
Walking to Woods Hole
I want this boat. It is calling my name.
Breakwater.
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The ferry to Martha's Vineyard makes my heart go pitter-pat.
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