We begin our three and a half hour ride with Stella in the backseat and plenty of cheese, apples and scones to nibble on. True to form, jb and I cut off the main road as soon as we cross the bridge to Cape Cod. We travel along Route 6A,
marveling at the abundance
of trees and landscapes.
Within hours I am proudly wearing my beach teeshirt and flipflops. Walking. Reading. Catching up. Slowing down. I lived here for two years and I haven't been back for the last two years. I'm surprised how little has changed.