…and salty air, quaint little villages here and there
(If I had a dollar for every time I sang that song…)
Well it should come as no surprise that yesterday’s beauty was pretty much unbelievable. We went almost all the way up the Cape Cod Peninsula to Cape Cod National Seashore to see the bluest, calmest Atlantic I’ve seen in many a year. I could have stood there all day. If you’ve never been to the ocean, it’s hard to describe it. The smell, the breeze, the calming sound of the waves…it’s a truly special place for peace. It was a perfect day.
We’d planned the drive from the Cape to Danvers (extreme northern suburb of Boston) to take a huge loop around the city so as to avoid it — like anyone with a brain. But, um…wrong turn at Albuquerque. We came up over a rise and saw it looming:
Fortunately, everyone with a brain was leaving for the holiday (as the picture illustrates), and the drive was actually quite fun. Never on a regular day would I be caught dead in a car in the heart of downtown Boston, but it was fine. We even drove through the famous Ted Williams Tunnel, part of Boston’s famous (and infamous) Big Dig project.
So we got to the hotel, checked in, and took off for an evening stroll through historic Salem. We got there at around 8 p.m., so unfortunately, all the exhibits were closed, and my photos ended up looking like this. Today, we’re trying to work out the timing on another visit to Salem before taking off for the Lexington & Concord battlefields — all while dodging the raindrops in the forecast. Salem is having a huge festival night for the 4th, and we’d like to go back if we can possibly find a parking space. And there is no earthly way we’re braving the insanity to try to get into Boston.
We’ll see. If we walk the day away at Minute Man National Park, we might just come back and put our feet up. No worries — hey, we’re on vacation.
Happy 4th, fiends — enjoy the holiday!