We have arrived! Last night we checked into an Adventure Bound RV site in North Truro, Massachusetts. North Truro is about 10 miles south of Provincetown. Now, if you’ve never actually looked at a map of Cape Cod, which I hadn’t until this trip, Google one and you’ll see that Cape Cod is the tip of a spit of land that curls almost into a spiral, with Provincetown being at the very tip. Totally cool. It turns out my good friend from the world of court reporting, Claudia Mowrey, grew up in Provincetown. (HI CLAUDIA!!!) It’s crazy to think of knowing someone who comes from such a specific place in the world. I mean, you absolutely CANNOT just accidentally happen upon it on your way to somewhere else, and I suppose you can’t just leave easily either. We’re heading up there either today or tomorrow, depending on how long we decide to bike around this amazing area… finally, all three of us on bikes, yippee! Which, from what I just found out, we should start doing right away because, yes, wait for it, it’s supposed to start GD raining tonight, lasting into Sunday. I have to tell you, this is nuts. We’re finally in a place where we want to be for a week, with not much to do but enjoy the beautiful outdoors, and the weather is warning about flashfloods and heavy rains. Let’s hope the weather people are wrong…
We had dinner at this crazy place last night. Our family has decided that when I’m craving a steak, we should just buy one and grill it at our site rather than choosing a restaurant based on their steak options. It was an old world place, dark and quiet. Realistically, my steak was great and Cork’s swordfish was the best he’s ever had. Lily, however, couldn’t catch a break with raw scallops and gross Sprite. It was worth it, though. The experience started with a basket of crackers and that weird, but addicting, cheese spread in a jar (or a bowl in this case.) Then they brought homemade bread with a big salad and three dressings, the classic French, Blue Cheese, and Italian, and then the entrees. I drank scotch and Cork drank bad wine out of these HUGE glasses. We cracked up, which made us feel like high schoolers, because absolutely NO ONE in the place was talking, much less laughing. Cork, per usual, made totally inappropriate comments waaaayyy too loud, which made me give him the hairy eyeball, which made Lily laugh, hard. When we got home we chatted with our next door neighbors and the pics from Lily’s shoot in NY were waiting for us, so we looked at those. All in all a fun evening.
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