As soon as we arrived we took our bikes out to the National seashore and rode the loop through Beech Forest and out to Race Point Beach.
|Fog bank over the ocean. Blue sky above.|
The trail is about six miles long, making its way up and down the dunes.
|Curving around a sand dune|
It goes past the airport, where I stopped to take a picture ...
|Hmmm, maybe they don't want me photographing here ...|
We finally arrived at the beach.
|The dunes, the beach, the ocean|
The water was a little too cold to go swimming.
|Skipping stones in the Atlantic Ocean|
There was a fishing boat out there in the fog.
We then sweated our way back up the hill, put the bikes back on the car, and drove into town, where we wandered around with all the other tourists.
We ate lunch at a place near the pier called the Surf Club.
|Guess what I had for lunch!|
I made a new friend . . .
|Which one is the real fisherman?|
Then we headed back to the car,
|One of the more colorful storefronts ... tattoos are available|
past the Governor Bradford restaurant.
|William Bradford was governor of Plymouth Colony, 1621 - 1657|
But first, B had to find a bathroom . . .
|It says: Open for "business" 8 a.m. - 10:45 p.m|
And if you haven't figured it out by now, we're vacationing on Cape Cod. We spent the day in Provincetown, as far out on the Cape as you can get.
Provincetown is located on what is referred to as the Lower Cape, even though it's north of the Upper Cape, which is where we stayed last year in Falmouth. If you say that Provincetown is on the Upper Cape, they know you're not from around here.
* Another way they know you're not from around here: If you say you're going up to the Cape. That means you're from someplace else, like New York, New Jersey or Pennsylvania. If you're a real New Englander, you say you're going down to the Cape, since the Cape is to the south. That's how the Bostonians tell if you're "one of us," as opposed to one of those tourists from somewhere out to the west where the yahoos live.