People travel from all over to visit Cape Cod and its beaches each summer. Although we're lucky to have this beautiful place practically in our backyard, traffic keeps us from enjoying it as much as we could/should. A few weeks ago, Rich and I both found ourselves home on a weekday so we decided to head down to the Cape for the day. My parents had returned home early from a visit out of state and decided to join us.
My daily commute to work is an hour and 10 minutes. It took just about the same amount of time to reach the Centerville/Osterville area with the help of absolutely no traffic.
Unfortunately, this beach isn't all that great for little ones as the drop off to deeper water happens almost immediately. We had decided on that location because of it's familiarity and for sentimental reasons. Overall, it's a good beach. There are some others we've heard are better for kids that we are going to check out. At some point.
We set up camp near a couple my parents' age. Actually, from a distance, I thought that they were my parents. They spent most of their time relaxing under their beach umbrella, reading. I also spotted several other solo beach-goers reading. For a moment, I felt a pang of jealously. I've been a bookworm for as long as I can remember but not so much since the girls were born. It feels like a self-centered thing to say but I longed to just sit and read a book. I love my kids with all my heart but sometimes I just need a break. (Last week, I was able to sit on our deck for an hour and read my book. I always have a to do list a mile long but I needed that time to relax. It was an absolutely beautiful summer day and the girls were playing well together. The stars aligned and I seized the opportunity while it was available.)
Do you see that strip of lighter, greenish water? That's the sand bar.
This picture of Anna just cracks me up.
I'll have another post in the next day or so with more pictures from the rest of our day.