Beaches....

We arrived in Provincetown on Thursday afternoon, dropped Rob off at the gallery, checked into the hotel and Ian and I hit the beach. It was 3:30 in the afternoon and we still had to pay to get to the National Seashore, but it was worth it! We went to Race Point on that day and spent time walking in the sand, jumping ocean waves and feeling the sun...finally!

On Friday, we all went to Herring Cove, a much gentler ocean beach since it curves closer to the bay. More rocks than sand but that is OK because I love the ocean rocks. I look through thousands until I find the perfect rocks to bring home. Luckily Rob never puts a limit on my rocks and I can bring home as many as I want to carry. Don't tell Owen.

Ian and I went back to Herring Cove on Saturday. Rob was attending a painting workshop and we let him have the car and we took the bus. It's really only about 3 miles away from the hotel but too far to walk. The bus was an experience, but we had a fun day. Ian read, threw rocks and we had some great conversations. I was lucky to have this time alone with him. I am sure he would much rather he had a friend with him so he could do some boogie boarding and wave riding. He won't boogie board with me. You can ask him about it sometime.

On Sunday, I drove Rob to his workshop and Ian and I went to Head of the Meadow Beach in Truro. Beautiful ocean beach with very few people. The waves were beautiful, the sand was fine, the sun was warm and we went swimming. The posted water temperature was 59 degrees. The coldest of all the beaches so far. (Race Point was 62 degrees...at these temps does 3 degrees really matter?) You lose your breath initially and just when you think you are used to the water you realize your body is numb. Still fun!

If you look closely at this picture you will notice Ian is missing some hair below his belly button. Apparantly he wanted to know if he could use his knife to shave. The answer is yes. I hope that this doesn't become a normal part of his daily routine since Ian is never without his knife and I don't think being hairless has caught on except for swimmers, homosexuals and fashion models. He was watching for sharks so he could put the knife between his teeth and swim out to do some damage. Luckily we only saw seals...and he didn't have a club! (his words)