Day thirty-six: Boston, MA to Ogunquit

To start, I'd like to remind the Resch family and everyone that we are not home, the 22nd has passed.

After leaving Boston, footies and leggies still aching, we headed down the coast and back-tracked to visit Cape Cod. We poked around that afternoon, looking in bait shops and getting fishing advice, and then we had a terrific burger at the local A&W, a native hot-spot. We slept in a cozy little motel, and set off the next morning to explore the Cape.

The towns, the shopping, the beaches; all were picturesque, but we found them to be a bit touristy for our tastes, with the hoy-paloy paradise reaching a frenzy in Provincetown, the town furthest out on the spit.

At our hotel that evening, we boiled lobsters and cooked some stakes by the pool, making ourselves a lovely and fun little meal. We ate the tails and relegated Wyatt to claw duty, because he had the little mallet and was eager to try it out. He gave the first claw a sizable whack, and it squirted goodness-knows-what lobster gunk all over his front and face. Overall, a very fun meal.

Today, we drove up from our motel to another, tucked away in the woods in a small Maine town called Ogunquit. The boys are planning a sunrise fishing expedition, and when that ends (around 8 a.m.), we'll head up to Freeport, the home of L.L.Bean. After that, onward to Bar Harbor and Quebec at last! My French-senses are tingling...

Jane