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.