A Secret Garden Inn
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Drove 112 miles in 1.5 hours.
I had no idea that Cape Cod was this close to Boston, it was a very easy and fast drive. I'm sure that in high season the route we took would be clogged up, however we had it almost to ourselves.
It was sunny though not hot enough for a swim in the ocean, so the locals were saved from that sight for another day. We stayed in West Dennis which is about the dead centre of the ...
... years! Four more years!", we chanted. And many more after that!
Friday, Day 7:
We finally got organized to leave the house and go fly a kite at the bay side beach, but we realized the kite was in Dad's car which he took out to teach his class. Sigh. So we headed to the Brewster General Store to buy another. Man, that place is really well-designed to get toddlers to want to buy something. They have awesome little vehicles positioned right at their ...
... briny, meaty oyster with a well-balanced flavor. The couple at the table next to us had complemented the wait-staff on the Chowder. Casey ordered it. That couple was so wrong. So, very, very wrong. Next to the great oysters, the “PainKiller” cocktails were the second best thing about this mostly forgettable meal. Really, I have forgotten what I ate. Likely, a defense ...
We loved Provincetown. We planned our travel too late and too cluelessly to get a spot here, which is definitely where we'll stay next time. Beautiful beaches, food and people. Scary-narrow streets with what seemed to be wonderful shops on each side--it's not as though we could find a place to park--and rainbow flags everywhere.
So the reason I'm not sad at all about missing ...
... Jasper, and then Jasper’s predecessor when my grandfather passed away and handed it to my dad; my brother has recently bought an orange camper too, so they’re clearly meant to be a constant feature in my life.
We walked around Provincetown, or P-Town as it’s apparently referred to, and found some fried clams for lunch, unfortunately they weren’t like the ones I had at Quincy Market in Boston, and reminded me of ...