We booked our week-plus in the Cape earlier than usual this year.
Many factors led to our decisions. The waning of the epidemic in our part of the world, yes. Our totally vaccinated condition, yes. The available time period of the cottage that accepts my dear wife Karen, cherished rescue mutt Ellie B and I, for sure.
So drive we did from Central New York to Dennis Port, Mass., the morning of the Friday before Memorial Day, ready and eager for 10 days of relaxation in the pretty little town we’ve come to adore for more than a decade now. Yes, I’ve waited until our return home to report on the blog, as also has become my routine. Safety first with the Internet.
After packing away our stuff, we drove the mile to the Beach Bar. It was open, but no seating was allowed around the bar itself. COVID-19 wasn’t the reason. Rather, they were still settling in because of the early state of the season. Tomorrow, they explained, you can come back and sit at the bar. We will return during the vacation, we figured.
For now, though, we accepted their invitation to sit in the newly Astro-turfed courtyard for a beverage and some food. I really enjoyed my pint of the local craft Jake’s Abbey, and Karen went for a cocktail called a Painkiller. Sweet.
My lobster roll and Karen’s fish and chips hit the spot after the six-hour drive.
Before heading to the car, we stood by the water’s edge and enjoyed the bracing wind. Fifty degrees felt fine on the first day of our vacation, yes, it did.