During the first 50 minutes of the drive we made it a whopping eight miles. After that, though, traffic lightened up. Dylan and I took turns plugging in our iPods, listening to music while munching on snacks and talking. The six-hour drive through New York, Connecticut, Rhode Island, and Massachusetts, sped by surprisingly fast.
Dylan and I stayed at a house one of Dylan's friends owns. We had the place to ourselves, which was a treat, and got some of the best sleep we'd had in weeks. The bed was so high off the ground that it required a little jump to get into it.
Just steps from the back door of the house we were on the beach, looking out at dozens of moored sailboats in Provincetown Harbor.
On the left is Provincetown Town Hall and, on the right, the Pilgrim Monument. The 252-foot granite monument commemorates the 1620 landing of the pilgrims at Provincetown. (The Mayflower Compact was signed in Provincetown Harbor.) The monument, lit beautifully at night, can be seen almost everywhere in town, and while out in the harbor.
Doesn't the whole place kind of remind you of Stars Hollow, Connecticut?
Commerical Street in Provincetown, not far from Town Hall.
The Lobster Pot, a Provincetown institution.
The Crown and Anchor, another of Provincetown's famed institutions. It's actually a small complex made up of a dance club, hotel, restaurant, and performance space, among other things.
Dylan and I rented a sixteen-foot sailboat and spent part of an afternoon out on Provincetown Bay. Dylan wowed me with his sailing skills and I actually turned out to be not bad helping out on deck. The narrow strip of land in the distance is the very last of Massachusetts's hook out into the bay, leading to the Atlantic Ocean.
Each morning Dylan and I went out for breakfast (Cafe Heaven was a favorite) and then ventured out around Provincetown. In the afternoons we'd return to the house where Dylan would nap and I read. (I finished reading Middlesex while sitting on the back porch overlooking the bay. Middlsex is brilliant and is going on my favorite books list.) In the evenings we'd go out for dinner (Bubala's or Enzo) and then tuck in early, ready for bed after an evening shower and a day spent walking around the village in the summer sun.