Sorry readers, my laptop crashed during this trip. It was a POS anyway, but the processor was fast, and the picture editing was much better than the backup, so I'm blogging this post-adventure/vacation. I feel obligated I guess.
After a wonderful time in Boston, it was time for us to get on the road again for a short trip to the cape. Only about 60 miles in the car to the campground, Hardy Nickerson State Park in nearby Orleans.
I've been told about the Cape from fellow workers, stating 'you know that's like a three hour drive, right?' UGH. I was hoping this wasn't correct, but unfortunately, it was.
It was an easy out of a rainy, misty Boston, so we awoke, and quickly dispersed our tent and bags, throwing them in Ivanka to get to the next destination after a breakfast of muffins. We were anxious to get to the next destination with little driving compared to prior legs. We darted out of Boston, realizing we needed to make a laundry stop. Cue Google Bitty. Jen found a 'laundry and shopping' icon on the map in nearby Weymouth, so we opted to stop there on the way to the cape.
Upon talking with the manager of the laundromat, we found her to be very nice. I don't really know how people know we're from out of town, but they all seem to just 'know'. She very politely asked where we were from and if we were headed to the cape as she gave us our laundry instruction. As with prior years, Jen took the kids shopping for our two days of groceries on the cape, as I caught up on the blog. We were off about an hour later. Luckily there was a craft beer store nearby and Jen and I were able to stock up with a local brew-Mayflower IPA and some 24 oz cans of PBR. We don't have these in FL and they'll make a return later in this post.
I remembered when I booked our site at Nickerson, I got the last one. a 'hike-in' site. I remembered this as the park ranger who signed us in stated that we were on a 'special one-of-three' sites on the 200+ campsite campground. Right on the pond. Problem was we had to haul our gear down three flights of steps, then park Ivanka across the street. Since we have become pros at loading and unloading as a team, it wasn't a hard effort and the site paid off with beautiful visual dividends only shared by three campers--for some reason i noticed our neighbors were all from Montreal, so there was a lot of french phrases happening, of which I knew nothing.
Needless to say, it was probably our most beautiful campsite, and with our activities taking up most of our days while there, it was a nice place to eat dinner and sleep. Lots of solitude. Solitude and quiet makes me happy after leaving a metropolitan city.
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| Mere steps away from our camp was this beautiful lake with crystal clear (cold) water. |
GT 'needed to fish' with our site here. I constantly heard how my decision to not bring his pole was a bad one. Lesson learned. Wait till he saw the Atlantic Ocean on the cape. Big oopsie.
We arrived on the cape (nickerson) at around 2:30 PM after a quick stop at Plymouth (it IS just a Rock--I think GT could have skipped it across the harbor--made a joke that he did and the town people were PISSED about it. ha) where we stopped for lunch and decided to split a couple of lobster rolls--our first. The thing about lobster rolls is they're expensive! AND, you don't know what you're getting. This one was mayonnaise based. Avery the big girl tried one and liked it. OMG--tomatoes and bacon AND lobster tries on the trip? Sooooo big.
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| lobster roll virgins, deflowered |
As we left, I wanted to go up the coast, but made a wrong turn at the outset, so we ended up riding about nine miles toward Brewster, which is closer to Boston than the north end. Oh well, guess I should have contacted google bitty. It was a beautiful ride, surrounded by lakes and inlets--signs showing ways off the trail to bikeshops, ice cream, restaurants, and other shopping. It was wonderful. I wish our hometown would learn some more from these great biking places! Plenty of revenue comes from bikers too, small businesses--take note!
Our return trip saw some kids bitching they were getting tired, knees hurt, butts hurt, so Jen and I decided that we'd get ice cream after we did a little exploring by car in the right direction. Still catching hell from our son once the fish started jumping, we were able to 'lure' him to the car with the promise of ice cream, (if he'd just shut the hell up :)).
I wanted to catch the sunset on the cape, and the light was perfect, but couldn't find a place on the WEST side--all the beaches nearby were on the right!
Jen and i later decided we'd stop at the national Park Service Marconi radio tower site, which was on the Atlantic side. I brought the camera and tripod for pics which turned out to be dazzling (IMHO). I expected the pics to be amazing, also having a nice 24 oz PBR on the cliff with my bride. What I did NOT expect was a creeper hitting on my wife.
I wanted to take a pic with my 100mm far away with Jen on the bluff. She kept pointing to me saying come here, but my focus was on her. I was a good 200ft away from her near the actual tower and reading about it next to this dude who was doing the same. As I set up and started taking pics of Jen, he looked over her shoulder and saw her there. Dude then begins JOGGING to her location. YO, I'm RIGHT HERE, you creeper. Anyway, I decided to take a pic of this dude walking to her. I didn't know if this guy was going to tell us something or tell us no beer in the park or what. I packed up my stuff as I watched him approach Jen. Then I saw him leave just as quickly. As i got to Jen she stated the creeper asked her if she was sharing her 'extra 24oz PBR' with someone--she stated 'yes' as he looked over the bluff, saw Avery and GT at the base. Dude then stated, "Oh, kids" and promptly left. W. T. F! It was pretty funny after making jokes that I cant' leave Jen alone for a minute. GT didn't appreciate the jokes--Guess he automatically assumed what we were saying was true (that Jen slipped the creeper her number). I'm hoping she didn't :)
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| Camera shy GT on the CCRT |
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| creeper be creepin--hide yo wife, hide yo kids |
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| The stunning bluffs of Cape Cod |
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| Oh look--kids, way down there. later. |
So yeah, that happened.
We left Marconi not long after, still searching for sunsets on the west side of Wellfleet, taking pics of ginormous mansions on peninsulas (as we couldn't chase the sun) then found the ice cream stop. Good things come to those who wait and don't bitch about fishing. A nice fire on the quiet campground of three tents ushered us off to sleep--ready for the next explore day and trip north.
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