My mom’s been in town for the last few weeks, and we’ve been busy seeing the sights. Boy, are there a lot of sights.
We’ve done six museums, Salem (of witch trial fame), the New England Aquarium and parts of the Freedom Trail. We even saw the Boston Gay Men’s Chorus perform their “ExtrABBAganza” – which featured many ABBA songs, dancing men in sequined outfits, and one of my favorite-est coworkers sporting a spiky blond mullet wig and faux-Swedish accent. You really can’t go wrong with that combination.
Mullets and sequins aside, the high point of the mom visit so far was spending a long weekend on Cape Cod.
We stayed in Eastham, aka the gateway to the Cape Cod National Seashore, said seashore being something like 40 miles of uninterrupted federally protected coastline stretching from Eastham all the way to Provincetown.
So what does 40 miles of beaches mean for a vacationing knitter?
Why, knitting on the beach, of course….
The sock quite liked the beach. Though he kind of resented the way the ocean was horning in on his color scheme.
Not every day was nice enough to knit on the beach. Thankfully, my family lived in Oregon for years and we think it eminently reasonable to slog through rain and mud and mist to see cold grey water. So there were still plenty of coastal trails to traverse and gorgeous vistas to see.
Mmm… damp… The way the outdoors should be…
Hope everyone else is having a fabulous summer too!