Deep in the heart
Well, we are back in Texas as of late Sunday night. Things have been a little nutty since then, so we've been a bit delayed in writing. Rich has a trial set for August 14th and that has kept himretty busy. We had a great trip up in Boston, but it sure is nice to be home and to not have anything on the calendar for a few weeks.
The weather was mostly overcast during our visit - but it sure was a lot cooler than Dallas and we didn't get the rain they were predicting all weekend. Tropical Storm Beryl blew through on Thursday night and Friday morning, but we really ended up only catching an edge of the storm rather than the brunt of it.
As noted earlier, we picked up a stunt kite at a local kite shop and Kara put it together on Friday afternoon. The kite is called Obsession2 - it's a big (79 inches wide), nice looking kite with vents in it so that you can fly it in heavy winds. We had a good time flying it in the winds left behind by Beryl. We have some kite-flying pictures that we'll post soon.
Friday night was dinner at the Paddock for twelve - these trips do seem to revolve around food - where Kara had baked stuffed lobster for the first time and it was another hit. On Saturday we hit the road and drove down to the outer part of Cape Cod. We made stops at the Highland Light in Truro. The Highland Light faces the Atlantic and there is nothing between it and Europe - it would be the first light you would likely see when making an Atlantic crossing and it sits high on a sand cliff, astride the rolling hills of Truro. Some two-thirds of the Town of Truro is part of the Cape Cod National Seashore, a national park.
The outer part of the Cape sits at the edge of the continental shelf and is where the last North American Ice Sheet terminated some time ago. As a result, most of the features of Wellfleet, Truro and Provincetown were sculpted by glaciers and their remains can be seen hither and yon.
In any event, we then continued towards the outskirts of the Cape and the Province Lands, where we walked the beach a little bit and went to the Visitor's Center to get a nice view of the rolling dunes of the Cape. After that, we swung into Provincetown where we walked around some more, picking up some clam chowder at the Lobster Pot (it's probably the best clam chowder you can get anywhere) and eating it streetside. We walked along the fishing wharves and then began making our way back to Yarmouth for dinner at Lisa's. We took the bck roads along the way, through the Pamet River Valley and past the site of the ancestral home of Rich's family in Truro (which has been replaced with a godawful series of structures) and through Wellfleet (a quintessential Cape Cod town). We got back to the hotel some seven hours after we left and headed out the door to Lisa's for a nice dinner and time with the family.
On Sunday we headed out to the beach and took the kids into the ocean (they had been spending most of their time in the pools at the hotel) - the water was cool but not cold and we had a great time. The salt water is incredibly healing and it did wonders for a nasty burn on Kara's arm that she had gotten the previous weekend while handling a hot crock pot. We spent a little more time playing in the sand before we headed off to pack out stuff and make our way back to Boston and Dallas.
Rich's parents drove us back to Boston, by way of lunch in Plymouth (fried clams!!! for Rich and more chowder for Kara). By the way, Plymouth Rock is completely overblown - so says Kara - so we didn't even go over and see it - as a matter of fact, it's not even the first place where the Pilgrims landed - that would be Provincetown out on the Cape. In any event, we had a real nice lunch by the harbor. Traffic through Boston was a nightmare and getting to the airport was a near impossibility due to the recent tunnel closures. We eventually made it to the airport and had a restful, uneventful flight back to Dallas.
The weather was mostly overcast during our visit - but it sure was a lot cooler than Dallas and we didn't get the rain they were predicting all weekend. Tropical Storm Beryl blew through on Thursday night and Friday morning, but we really ended up only catching an edge of the storm rather than the brunt of it.
As noted earlier, we picked up a stunt kite at a local kite shop and Kara put it together on Friday afternoon. The kite is called Obsession2 - it's a big (79 inches wide), nice looking kite with vents in it so that you can fly it in heavy winds. We had a good time flying it in the winds left behind by Beryl. We have some kite-flying pictures that we'll post soon.
Friday night was dinner at the Paddock for twelve - these trips do seem to revolve around food - where Kara had baked stuffed lobster for the first time and it was another hit. On Saturday we hit the road and drove down to the outer part of Cape Cod. We made stops at the Highland Light in Truro. The Highland Light faces the Atlantic and there is nothing between it and Europe - it would be the first light you would likely see when making an Atlantic crossing and it sits high on a sand cliff, astride the rolling hills of Truro. Some two-thirds of the Town of Truro is part of the Cape Cod National Seashore, a national park.
The outer part of the Cape sits at the edge of the continental shelf and is where the last North American Ice Sheet terminated some time ago. As a result, most of the features of Wellfleet, Truro and Provincetown were sculpted by glaciers and their remains can be seen hither and yon.
In any event, we then continued towards the outskirts of the Cape and the Province Lands, where we walked the beach a little bit and went to the Visitor's Center to get a nice view of the rolling dunes of the Cape. After that, we swung into Provincetown where we walked around some more, picking up some clam chowder at the Lobster Pot (it's probably the best clam chowder you can get anywhere) and eating it streetside. We walked along the fishing wharves and then began making our way back to Yarmouth for dinner at Lisa's. We took the bck roads along the way, through the Pamet River Valley and past the site of the ancestral home of Rich's family in Truro (which has been replaced with a godawful series of structures) and through Wellfleet (a quintessential Cape Cod town). We got back to the hotel some seven hours after we left and headed out the door to Lisa's for a nice dinner and time with the family.
On Sunday we headed out to the beach and took the kids into the ocean (they had been spending most of their time in the pools at the hotel) - the water was cool but not cold and we had a great time. The salt water is incredibly healing and it did wonders for a nasty burn on Kara's arm that she had gotten the previous weekend while handling a hot crock pot. We spent a little more time playing in the sand before we headed off to pack out stuff and make our way back to Boston and Dallas.
Rich's parents drove us back to Boston, by way of lunch in Plymouth (fried clams!!! for Rich and more chowder for Kara). By the way, Plymouth Rock is completely overblown - so says Kara - so we didn't even go over and see it - as a matter of fact, it's not even the first place where the Pilgrims landed - that would be Provincetown out on the Cape. In any event, we had a real nice lunch by the harbor. Traffic through Boston was a nightmare and getting to the airport was a near impossibility due to the recent tunnel closures. We eventually made it to the airport and had a restful, uneventful flight back to Dallas.
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