Packing up the night before. Necessities first: beach towel, big floppy hat, and eight books.
Out at the Woodshed on our first night. Papa Fink and Aunt Naomi were in town for the weekend and able to join us.
Happy Birthday, Colin! Have some lobstah.
Colin working on some sweet moves on the float.
New favorite place to get a lobster roll: The snack shack at Sesuit Harbor. (We might have gone more than once...)
A little champagne and strawberries on the deck.
At the Beachcomber in Wellfleet. I forget what the name of my drink is, but I remember that it was delicious and dangerous. Colin's got a pina colada (very manly).
Colin's idea of chilling on the beach includes GMAT practice exams.
Toes in the water, ass in the sand...
I've been thinking about what I want to write for July 17. It was our last day of vacation, we'd had perfect weather the entire trip, and we both agree it was one of the best weeks we've ever had. However, the whole week, in the back of our minds, we were thinking about Colin's grandmother, Gam. She had been sick for the past eight months and was deteriorating quickly. Every time the phone rang, we braced ourselves for the bad news. About an hour after we arrived back home in Hoboken, the phone call finally came. It was a sad day, but I'm glad we had such a wonderful week at the Cape. It was great to be able to talk about Gam and how much she loved it up there, and to have such good memories of her birthday party at the Cape house last year. It will be hard to go back, but I will always think of Gam when I see those beautiful hydrangea bushes.
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