Provincetown--Beachy Part 5

Mid afternoon, after an early morning breakfast of coffee cake and vanilla yogurt and blueberries and granola and of course strong coffee, after bike rides and books and meandering along Commercial Street, after a tasty chicken and cranberry salad lunch at Cafe Heaven, after lounging around and catching up as good friends are apt to do, the crew arrives at Herring Cove Beach. It is close to 90 degrees and the water temperature hovers at 70. Three women, one guy, two kids, and two inner tubes find their place in the sand and venture forth.
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The beach is perfect.

You can't escape sand dunes in this part of Cape Cod.

The vegetation is both fragile and rugged, and the sand is soft.

Of course, I manage to find the perfect view from the perfect location......

Still, the ocean was wild. The waves were pretty high. Just right for being wildly tossed around in one's inner tube. (I was forced to decline because of my %%$@@# knee, but this is an experience I usually would never pass up).

What a difference a day makes.

One day the waves are wild, another they're downright wistful.

I however had a mission to accomplish. One word: ANON! It was time for bird sightings.

I saw dozens of healthy soaring gulls and one very mysterious unidentified bird:

gull.....
gull.....
Wow! Look at that! What kind of bird can this be???

Final words: it's a wonderful world.

Sometimes, just lying on a towel with the sun on my face I stop worrying and planning and regretting and wishing and just let myself be.

Only sometimes, but sometimes that's good enough.