We spent the weekend at Head of the Meadow Beach in Truro on Cape Cod. The girls wonder why it is called this and insist it should be Cape Mermaid as the Cod are all gone. Cape Great White would be more like it. Not 10 minutes on the beach and I see 2 fins cutting the water just off shore. There are two of them and I watch as they rise and sink through my binoculars. I alert the lifeguards and they question me briefly non-plussed. It is common these days. They tell me the last attack was 3 years ago. We see fins on and off all day on Staurday along with seals and sea lions.
Ambiana thought she saw a whale Sunday morning and in the afternoon we saw sea lions cruising up and down the shore all afternoon. Saturday was the better day, blue sky and sun, a stiff breeze the beach crowded but not too much and people enjoying the shore break which was fun to catch a wave or tow even though it broke so close it dragged you up the pebble strewn sand. Sunday was grey and spitting rain the ocean calm, a gentle swell filled with thousands of dime sized jellies that were not jellyfish bt someother gelatinous organism drifting with the swell filtering up algae. It made for an unpleasant feel against the skin while in the water.
The High Meadows Campground was a short walk to the beach, tents strewn along the ravine tops among gnarled pines with no understory and some campsites in the aloows ringed by the highland. Not quite a meadow but pleasant enough. Debbie, Hayden and Spencer drove North from New Jersey and we camped side by side the kids off on bikes, exploring the rec hall and the camp store.
Apt image of the energy level of the kids
I spent all day Saturday at the beach while the others came and went. On Saturday evening we went to the Captain’s Catch for take out sea food which we took down to the beach and joined the constellation of beach fires, adding our own after we finished downing our scallops and mussels and fired clams and calamari. It was beautiful beneath the stars with the many beach fires tiny echos off the immense fires of outer space.
Sunday was bike rides and late breakfast and saying good bye to Debbie, Hayden and Spencer before spending a couple of hours on the grey beach among foreign voices watching sea lions and throwing the nerf football. With rain sittin down and more in the forecast we packed up and headed out after dinner driving the 5 hours home on traffic free roads off the Cape and through the lit up jewell of Boston, the rain catching up in New Hampshire and pulling in back at our home as the clock rolled over into a new day.
