Good morning from Cape Cod, where the sun is shining, the skies are a gleeful blue, and yesterday’s frigid conditions are but a memory.
We’ve just returned from a 3-mile jaunt through the West Barnstable Conservation Area woods, where we never saw a soul, human or otherwise. Oh, but how the trees seemed to sing in a gentle January breeze, reminding me with every step that my foot was without pain. It is a relief knowing I’m on the mend after nearly two months.
Later, we’ll return to the Cape Cod National Seashore, a 30-minute ride to the outer Cape. This is where what Thoreau called The Great Beach begins. We’ll wait for low tide when the sand is kinder on my ankle, with hopes of visiting gray seals sunning themselves on a lonely spit of land. It’s also the spot where the Mayflower first made landfall on November 5, 1620. They never made it ashore, however, since the ship was caught in the worst shoals in the area, Pollack Rip. A fortuitous (some call it miraculous) change of wind free…
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