here we are
I had promised to make Crack Pie before I left Tuvalu - one for those remaining and one to go to Wellfleet - but I forgot to do it...I forgot the towels too. And the fitted sheets. No matter, after speaking, twice, with the landlord as parts of the house were without electricity and none of the house had water and remedying those situations, I didn't feel too bad about borrowing some of his linens.
This morning we went for our off-road vehicle pass. At the tip of the Cape, in a windswept shingle house, the park ranger inspects your vehicle and supplies. We have our shovel, our plank, our tire gauge.
We were instructed to watch a short movie detailing the rules of driving through the sand (featuring plovers!) and sat in a room with the most wonderful old photos.
(K would NEVER let THAT happen to US.)
Mr. Whitney's caught himself a big one!
We moved the Jeep to "air down" so we could do some off roading and met the best guy. He was airing down his Jeep too and had the coolest devices that were letting air out of all four of his tires at the same time - to the precise pressure required. I marveled at this equipment and told him he was the hottest fisherman on the Cape (he had a kayak and great gear).
Yep, that's what the ladies tell me, he said without missing a beat AND with the heaviest Cape accent I'd heard in a long time.
He's from Yarmouth and fishes at Race Point every weekend with his buddies. He had terrific stories for us (most recently involving a Great White being trailed by a boat with the soundtrack from Jaws playing at full volume).
Sufficiently de-aired, we did some driving through the dunes in the drizzle and cold.
If you left your shoe on the very tip of the Cape I've found it for you.
Back in town we hit the store for an electrical item.
Did I mention the weather? Crappy.
Don't worry, I'm pretty tanned -
besides, it's the perfect weather for chowder.