We were at site #36 in Loop 7 this year -- a great spot except for the trek to the bathrooms and neighbors who used their outside voices (which, ironically, are not appropriate between 10 p.m. and 7 a.m.) well into the wee hours the first night and woke us returning late to camp the other two. But such is camping....
After setting up, we went to Cliff Pond -- a short-but-steep hike from the next loop over -- to cool off.
We strolled Nauset Light Beach that evening and were pleased to find a full moon rising. It's always fun watching the seals swim by, watching us. Don entertained us by skipping stones over incoming waves -- neat trick!
On Tuesday, we went to Marconi Beach, since it had the most space open to dogs (the Park Service closes stretches of shoreline when endangered piping plovers are nesting). Sarah was more into gymnastics than digging in the sand this year. We made our annual stop at Ben & Jerry's in Eastham on the way back to camp.
Wednesday, we drove to the Province Lands Visitor Center (west of Provincetown) and rode the loop trail through the dunes (i.e., hills!), with a side trip to Herring Cove Beach. It was Abby's first trip in the bike trailer. She stood the whole way and whined every now and then. I stood for most of the hills and didn't whine at all. :) It was the first time in a long time that I really pushed myself physically, and it felt great!
Back at the visitor center, Sarah and I took in the panoramic view from the top deck, and we ate a picnic lunch at a table in the parking lot.
We returned to Cliff Pond in the afternoon. Abby played fetch (her favorite!) with the squishy ball and even dove under to get it. She is so ball-obsessed that when two standard poodles ran over to play with her, she completely ignored them, eyes fixed on the orb in Don's hand.
Severe storms were predicted for Thursday night, so we battened down the hatches in camp. A thunder storm passed through, but nothing intense. There's nothing cozier than drifting off to sleep in a tent in the rain.
Waking to rain and packing up wet gear? Not cozy at all. But not as bad as it sounds, especially when you can throw it in the back of the truck and hang it to dry at home (or, better yet, have someone else hang it to dry at home -- thanks, Baby!).
We crossed the Sagamore Bridge in the fog Thursday morning. Now, I know what you're thinking: If you're driving all the way to Cape Cod and setting up camp, shouldn't you stay longer than three nights? We always wonder the same thing -- on the way there. But after two full days of fun and three nights sleeping (or not) on the ground, we're always ready to go home. More is not always better.
(Did you guess the theme? Yup, handstands! Straight handstands, split handstands, double-stag handstands.... Handstands on the beach, handstands in the water, handstands in camp....)
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