a short trip up to the cape

Robin picks me up a little after 7 on Friday morning and we drive up to the Cape, where we stay until yesterday. 

Despite the gorgeous beach, nice weather, and good local food, Robin is fascinated most by the golf carts that transport everyone around the area where my mom lives. It's the way most people get to the private beach that makes WIld Harbor so special.

My mom has had a bad case of bronchitis that has lasted over a month. So while I usually go up to the Cape for a few weeks each summer, this is my first (and likely only) time up this year.

The weather is great. The scorching heat has finally abated. 

As per usual, I:

• Eat my annual serving of fried clams at Crabapples.
• Spend hours sitting (and reading) and sunning on Wild Harbor Beach. 

• Pick up daily sandwiches at either Dean's or Westside Market.
• Stop by my good friend M's just as the sun is setting. And, 

• Visit Mashpee Commons, specifically to buy the wonderful Traditional Balsamic at The Little Shop.

One night we all have dinner at M's new house on the water. And again we are treated to the majestic setting sun. 

Jean comes with Jim and Sally and one of her creative and beautiful salads.

It's a perfect summer's night, replete with good conversation and many laughs.

On our last day, Robin and I go to the beach, despite it being a slightly overcast day.

We are entertained by this woman who doesn't know beach etiquette.

We are on a near-empty beach.

and this woman plops her chair almost on top of ours.

It's like sitting in a near-empty movie theater and having someone sit down in the seat next to yours. 

The time on the Cape goes by quickly. 

It'll probably be a while before I'm back doing this.

Or seeing my mom's beautiful smile.