Cape Cod Jet Lag Journal: FLEETweek
It’s that time of year again – time to mooch off my sidekick for a summer vacation in the dreamiest place in America. Lucky duck. Ooh, let’s start right there. Duck Harbor. We love to pack Cape Cod potato chips and cheap champagne to this quiet stretch of beach in Wellfleet to watch the sunset. Due to some kind of preposterous dearth of spinach in Massachusetts that week, we unfortunately had zero spinach dip. But we made up for it with some super hot and impressive beach yoga.
Trust me, I had to work for this vacation. Babysitting the sidekick (plus actual babies), and oh so many hangovers, and playing big time wingman resulted in me basically getting whatever I asked for during the day. That meant hiking the breakwater in Provincetown, jumping from rock to rock as the sky turned from misty gray to bright blue. It’s like a boardwalk of rocks that leads to a faraway lighthouse. Then we took advantage of the sun at Race Point Beach, a beach lover’s paradise. It is absolutely breathtaking. I love an annual tradition, and this is one of the best – dinner at The Red Inn, seated on the water of Provincetown Harbor, with a view of bobbing boats (including this houseboat that we blogged about at the beginning of summer) and the darkening sky. From champagne (to toast the beginning of the meal) to espresso martini (to toast the end), it could not be more perfect. Other scenes from Provincetown: little orphan Annie all grown up, multiplied, and turned into men with one sad helpless Sandy on a string, a hammock the perfect size for a little gay gnome, and the flower cottages all lined up in a row. Back in Wellfleet, we did some gallery-hopping (look at those sweet square canvases of Cape cottages from Farm Project Space + Gallery) and had a few mellow dinners in gorgeous settings (below is the charming courtyard space strung with fairy lights of The Fleetian).
Then we stole a baby, took her grocery shopping and then strolled along Uncle Tim’s Bridge, where we plopped her on the grass and required a baby photoshoot (she was agreeable but totally uninterested). Not pictured here but something worth mentioning is the new clothing store Salt, where we bought everything we could afford. And then some more.
The sweetest stationary you ever did see by Albertine Press had beautiful maps of the Cape, plus sets for NYC, Boston, San Francisco, Paris, Brooklyn, Austin and a few others.What with the running in the woods, swimming in the ocean, and dancing at the bar, the manicure just could not compete. Cape: 1, Manicure: 0.