First Anniversary

25 Aug
We drove down to the Cape, into Eastham where we stayed on our honeymoon. Had no idea where we would stay this time, if at all. Perhaps we would just spend the day. But the weather was spectacularly perfect, and we found a convenient campsite near the bike path. The idea of sleeping on an air mattress to celebrate our anniversary was disappointing at first, I must admit, and even the nondescript motel up the street was looking pretty good. But it wasn't $36 a night. And the weather was good and there was plumbing so, OK.
We set up camp and went out Coast Guard Beach. The weather turned grey and cool, and the waves were a bit threatening but not enough to stop me. After wading out to our waists and enduring several hits, I was ready to dive in. Jerry with his impeccable timing just had to throw in a "So, did they catch that shark?" which, as irrational as it was, drove me right back out onto the shore. We sat in our chairs in the wind and wached for the black shiny heads of sea lions bobbing in the distance.
Then we cleaned up and headed to Orleans to have a nice dinner at Mahoney's, the restaurant where we went on one of our early dates. The dinner was quite worthy of a celebration. I had swordfish provencal and he had cajun salmon, which was not ordinary in any way, and a perfect cut. Nice wine and shared blueberry bread pudding with white chocolate sauced topped it of. The bloody mary weren't bad either.
We got back to camp and promptly lit a fire since it was lights and fires out at 11 p.m. Jerry got the fire going good and sat on a log with a guitar and handed me my melodica and we played a few old favorites like Limehouse Blues before we were told to put the fire out. It was a short but starry night that turned out to be much more enjoyable than channel surfing on motel cable.

26 Aug
The next day we rented bikes and rode the bike path to Cahoon Hollow and White Crest beaches. The waves were too much to swim in on the short beach. Twice I got knocked on my beehind. The bikeride was nice. The sunburn began to flare. We headed into Provincetown to visit our old haunts and watch the street musicians. The final meal of the trip was of course our favorite at The Pig, a pub with the best fish fry. I like the smoked lobster bisque. J was thrilled with New Castle on tap as well. People watching from the deck of the crepes place (service was slow, but a nutella and chestnut puree crepe was worth the wait.) Then we drove home in the dark.