We were down the Cape again visiting the in-laws and attending an annual family get-together with just about the cutest bunch of kids you’d ever want to see. You know, if you like that sort of thing.
Just a few snapshots:
The bay side is where it’s at for little kids. Tidal pools with hermit crabs and snails to play with at low tide. Fine-grained sand perfect for building drip castles. And lots of open space for running.
Anna, a 12-year-old marine expert (her dad is a Chatham fisherman), tracked down this horseshoe crab, which I snapped before we sent him on his merry way (yes, it was a boy—she checked). The last time we were down here, we saw a fisherman collecting horseshoe crabs, scanning the shallows in his boat and using a pole to lift them out of the water. I thought it was strange because I’d never heard of anyone eating horseshoe crabs. But it’s not the meat they’re after, it’s their blood. Here’s why.
As the tide was coming in on First Encounter Beach, we saw a woman clamming. She explained that you look for small holes in the sand from where the clams are filtering and spitting out water. Then, you use a special rake to get deep enough to dig them out. The rusty ring you see on the bucket lets you know if the clams are big enough to keep.
A fisherman’s platter from Arnold’s in Eastham, where fried fish is an art form. Clams, calamari, shrimp, scallops, oysters, and cod. My lack of self-control came in handy once again.
Cape Cod, I never seem to get sick of you.