Provincetown, You Touched Our Hearts

Meeting Roger & Lucy

Blackwater Woods.

We’ve got a long day ahead of us, the worst driving of the entire trip. It’s never easy getting out of New England since we must pass through hundreds of miles of manic concrete madness no matter where we are headed in the country.

How strange it feels knowing we are leaving the dunes and beech forests of the Outer Cape, so primitive and lonely in a lovely way in winter, and within hours we’ll pass through the gizzard of New York City and all the restive traffic from Providence down I-95 to Washington, DC.

We’ll be driving for 9 hours and on the road for at least 10. It will be a day of Mozart, Brahms, Beethoven, and Grieg. The audiobooks will begin once we reach the true open road.

As strange as it may sound, I’m more than a bit thrilled about this evening. I’ve not seen the monuments in our Capitol for decades, and the child in me has come out to play. There is a five-mile walking loop on the All Trails app that covers everything I wish to see. Sam and Emi might not fe…