We just back from a family vacation on Cape Cod. It’s the one week of the year that we all go barefoot, drink cold beers in the afternoon, read books in the early morning, talk together for hours, and basically learn how to breathe again.
I thought I’d share a few views from our past week.
Not smelling this one.
The entire family visited the Edward Gorey museum. Filled with absurd, bizarre things and a twisted sense of humor, it’s right up our alley.
Didn’t wear anything but flip-flops on my feet for the entire week.
Fisherman knots and nets were everywhere reminding us that much of our food came from the ocean right outside our front door.
And here you go. I pretty much existed on sweet, sweet clam (strips), fish, and oysters (yes I like raw oysters) all week. Add a Cape Cod Blonde Ale and I was as happy as, well – a clam.
I’ll post more photos from the Cape later this week (including a thunderstorm beach photo that looks like end-times are here.)
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