Escape to the Cape

After taking advantage of the kids being in preschool/co-op on Tues/Wed so Chris and I could get some serious packing and other misc. stuff done, we headed to Cape Cod on Thursday. Like all of our trips this year - they have been last minute, spontaneous adventures. We called inns on the way. Unfortunately, we couldn't find an appropriate place in Wellfleet, where we wanted to stay, so we ended up in Provincetown. I was not up for such a touristy place, but even though it was early June, it was still pre-season, so the full-on gay night club scene was not yet in full swing yet, so it was pretty mellow. We stayed at a gay-owned inn that was supposed to be child-friendly - I was psyched ahead of time for diversity's sake, but it turned out to be an overly cleanly and uptight place in which I feared any move by the kids would invoke the tsking and wrath of one of the owners. Oh, well.

We had fun on the pier, the beach, a ridiculously long hot hike (Chris had to hitchhike back to get our car, er, minivan - we rented it after sending our car out west with some random Canadian dude via Craigslist) and then Saturday headed to Wellfleet for a mellow beach morning and lovely lunch on the bay before heading to the Marconi national park for another hike - fortunately, Liam walked it this time and then we wanted to find a nice town on our way back to have dinner and stroll around before throwing the kids in the van at bedtime. We kept missing various towns in my guidebook until I quickly read about a one town that seemed quaint, but right before we arrived (and Kalian was screaming to get out) I re-read the description and realized the tongue-in-cheek description of an only too quaint town, Chatham, that was the preppiest place I'd seen in years - my cowgirl hat was literally looked down upon with disdain. Oh well, it was an interesting anthropological experience. After yummy pizza and the kids' first ice cream outing ever, we headed back "home" - wherever that is.