I realize there are times when I'm too hard on myself since I haven't shown the discipline to keep up with this blog. However, there is some benefit in allowing some time to pass before writing about an experience. After some delay, the best memories sink in and the dreck can be forgotten. At least that's what I'm going to tell myself. After posting my last series of pictures during my Cape Cod vacation, I figured it was time to bring this dramatic story to a close.
After an evening of dinner, drinking, music and late night wading, followed by an early morning expedition to hunt down my elusive cell phone, I was hoping to have some time to recover. Alas, it was not meant to be as the family plan was to go to Coast Guard Beach for the day. I was hungover and in a piss poor mood as we loaded into two cars and headed north to Eastham. My mood improved when we stopped at Dunkin Donuts and I got an iced caffeinated beverage in my system.
My euphoria didn't last long as most people on the Cape decided to go to Coast Guard Beach that day. The line of cars waiting to get into the parking lot, which was so far away it required a tram to take us to the beach, was discouraging. Fortunately, we had season parking passes and the ranger on duty waived us through. We had to go through the exit lane to get to the parking lot, much to the indignation of some woman trying to leave. She made some shithead remark, which we heard since the windows of both vehicles were down. My sister-in-law was quick with a scathing retort. We parked at the far end of the parking lot and when we trudged to the tram waiting area, we were met with a line reminiscent of a Disneyland ride.
The day was hot, the line was long, and my hangover was only mildly better. Once we made it onto the beach, though, we were treated to marvelous views.
