Cape Cod
Where boys can dig, bury themselves, throw things into water, race the waves, splash, learn to crash kites.
And generally wear themselves out to the point they collapse senseless into bed.
One of our stops was Provincetown, MA where Spy and Q went crabbing.
Q pulled out a green crab.
Spy pulled out handfuls of hermit crabs. Then hurled them back, one by one, saying “Goodbye” to each.
Tags: Cape Cod, crabs, Provincetown
July 8th, 2010 at 10:46 am
Are you sure he hurled them all back?
July 10th, 2010 at 9:37 pm
They begged to take them back with us.
I had visions of searching under the seats for ‘that smell’.
May 30th, 2011 at 12:09 pm
One of the best times of my life was our vacation to Cape Cod when my dad and I went crabbing. Great Fun!