Friday, August 20, 2010
This is it, Lebron, the last entry of the vacation journal, as we are packed up and ready to hit the road tomorrow around 7am. We winged it today. Let me tell you all about it.
First of all, I got lost on my run, which turned my usual four miles into six (once school starts, this turns into about four miles a week). Let me tell you, I felt like maybe if I stopped to cry someone would lend me a cell phone so I could call for a pick-up. Sometimes a little dignity just isn’t worth it. But the run took me near the pier, which provided the inspiration for the rest of the day.
Emma and Kate were a little vacationed out. They were pretty happy watching Phineas and Ferb over and over and over again. Pushed to move their asses off the couch, Kate decided to head over to the pool to for a little pool Frisbee, and Emma headed to the computer to look at a number of things later approved by her father. After these activities and a little lunch, they were easily persuaded to head down to the Chatham Fish Pier to watch the fishing boats empty themselves (actually, the guys who work on the boats empty them).
Well, what a happy surprise we found there. Seals, baby, lots and lots of seals. We watched and photographed them as they played around the fishing boats, watched as they unloaded cod and skate and shark down the chute for shipment all over. And then, we decided to watch them even more closely, shelling out a few shekels for a Chatham Harbor seal-watching boat. Out on the sandbar, they were piled on one another by the score. And on another sandbar. And away from the pier, they were playing around all over the place. Except for Emma getting a little seasick, the voyage, all seventy five minutes of it, was very, very enjoyable. If it weren’t for the fact that seals are so common in aquariums, Kate might have thought it was even more fun than whale watching.
Upon our return, we all stopped to pick out some jewelry for various mothers (at least this way I know I didn’t pick out the wrong anniversary present), Kathy and Emma went to Marion’s Pie Shop to pick up an Apple Crumble and a cherry pie (another worthwhile journey), Kate and I headed for the Black Dog to exchange the mismarked sweatshirt the girls had bought for me earlier in the week (the other option was that I grow my way into an extra large).
Then dinner at Marley’s right down the road, some packing, and here we are. The vacation was nice, Lebron, but if you come to Chatham, you’re better off doing it for a date weekend unless you’re a boater or a fisherman. I don’t think we’ll be back next year, which is not at all a knock on the Cape. Time to pack up the computer. Next time we chat, I’ll be back in the WP. Later.
This is it, Lebron, the last entry of the vacation journal, as we are packed up and ready to hit the road tomorrow around 7am. We winged it today. Let me tell you all about it.
First of all, I got lost on my run, which turned my usual four miles into six (once school starts, this turns into about four miles a week). Let me tell you, I felt like maybe if I stopped to cry someone would lend me a cell phone so I could call for a pick-up. Sometimes a little dignity just isn’t worth it. But the run took me near the pier, which provided the inspiration for the rest of the day.
Emma and Kate were a little vacationed out. They were pretty happy watching Phineas and Ferb over and over and over again. Pushed to move their asses off the couch, Kate decided to head over to the pool to for a little pool Frisbee, and Emma headed to the computer to look at a number of things later approved by her father. After these activities and a little lunch, they were easily persuaded to head down to the Chatham Fish Pier to watch the fishing boats empty themselves (actually, the guys who work on the boats empty them).
Well, what a happy surprise we found there. Seals, baby, lots and lots of seals. We watched and photographed them as they played around the fishing boats, watched as they unloaded cod and skate and shark down the chute for shipment all over. And then, we decided to watch them even more closely, shelling out a few shekels for a Chatham Harbor seal-watching boat. Out on the sandbar, they were piled on one another by the score. And on another sandbar. And away from the pier, they were playing around all over the place. Except for Emma getting a little seasick, the voyage, all seventy five minutes of it, was very, very enjoyable. If it weren’t for the fact that seals are so common in aquariums, Kate might have thought it was even more fun than whale watching.
Upon our return, we all stopped to pick out some jewelry for various mothers (at least this way I know I didn’t pick out the wrong anniversary present), Kathy and Emma went to Marion’s Pie Shop to pick up an Apple Crumble and a cherry pie (another worthwhile journey), Kate and I headed for the Black Dog to exchange the mismarked sweatshirt the girls had bought for me earlier in the week (the other option was that I grow my way into an extra large).
Then dinner at Marley’s right down the road, some packing, and here we are. The vacation was nice, Lebron, but if you come to Chatham, you’re better off doing it for a date weekend unless you’re a boater or a fisherman. I don’t think we’ll be back next year, which is not at all a knock on the Cape. Time to pack up the computer. Next time we chat, I’ll be back in the WP. Later.
posted by Mike McAteer @ 8:25 PM
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