::Cape Cod::

Last weekend was a long weekend for us. Kris had labor day off which was nice. He's been absolutely dying to go camping all summer but we haven't had a chance. He gets done with work pretty late on friday nights, so leaving for a camping trip friday and staying overnight until saturday doesn't work out. And with the ward the way it is it's really hard for us to miss church.

So we decided this time that since he had monday off we'd try to go out right after church and spend sunday night camping.
It was a great idea in theory. Unfortunately we're from out west where there are a zillion places to camp pretty close. Out here in the crowded overpopulated east there aren't that many places to camp, so those that exist are in demand. Especially on holiday weekends.

So we drove out to Cape Cod, hoping that there would be a spot left for us in the 400+ spot campground we were heading for. It took about 2 hrs to get there.

We got there and there were two spots left. The two toothless hillbillies in line before Kris got the spots. Argh. Can you tell we're still a touch bitter?
We were pretty disappointed. We looked up some other campgrounds on the cape, but they turned out to either be RV parks or they didn't allow dogs. And since we had a big stinky dog sitting in the backseat that didn't work.

So finally we decided we'd just drive all the way down to the very end of Cape Cod and check out what was there. Turns out that Kris, in the great Randle family tradition, had forgotten the hot dogs anyway, so a campfire wouldn't have done us much good.
So off we went.

It took a while to get out there, but as we drove the scenery became more and more interesting. It went from the standard normal stuff we see all day to more piney trees and then big sand dunes with greenery all over them. It was pretty striking.

We drove through Provincetown, a little funky town at the end of the Cape. It was interesting and a little weird.

We finally found a beach and went out to have a picnic. Poor Sultan wasn't allowed out on the beach and so he had to stay in the car. :( Luckily we were planning on camping somewhere near the water so I had packed swimming suits and towels. Because first thing Max did when we got near the water was run right in, sandals pants and all. Arrgh.

So we changed him into his suit and let him go.

It was like a big hill down from the parking lot just leading to the water. Really pretty steep. The sand was different than other beaches we've seen out here. The grains were pretty large, almost like a whole bunch of tiny pebbles. I liked it.

Kris put together some peanut butter sandwiches for us and I ran down to take some pictures of the crazy fish boy.

It was pretty windy and not that warm but that didn't slow down Max (as usual). He had a great time in the water.


I absolutely love the way the above shot turned out. The sun was giving off the most gorgeous light.

There were these little cute birds running around all over the beach. I tried to figure out what they were once we got home but couldn't quite place them. I think they're some sort of Plover.



I finally forced Max to head up the beach towards dinner.

Dinner was good. Max got his first soda ever. It was a big day. One we may not repeat for a while. Of course he couldn't drink all of it, but he felt pretty special.




I asked Kris to take a couple pictures of me. I'm not sure how I feel about them, but that's pretty normal.




I asked the boys to go down so I could take a few more shots of the both of them. I couldn't resist.



Kris had to catch the boy so I could get a picture of the two of them together.

They're super cute, as usual!

We tried to do a little family portrait, but then the wet Max jumped on Kris's back. This is what we ended up with.

Can you see Max's little hand up at the top there?

The sunset was beautiful.



Can you see that guy on the left running with the tripod? It was so weird, this guy was sitting in the sand taking pictures of the sunset, then suddenly just took off running towards the water with the camera. I couldn't figure out what he saw that I didn't! Oh well.



It was sad when the sun finally set because then it was really time to go home. We probably could've stayed there all day.
We drove straight home after that. It was a long day, but we got home before 11. We were bummed about the camping, but we had a great time anyway!

So there you go for all you Cape Cod doubters. It does exist. And we're now fans. I just might have to start a facebook group.


*****I almost forgot the funniest thing. Sultan had to sit on the back bench with Max because the back was all full of stuff. Max suddenly screams, "I CAN'T SMELL!!" We're like, what's wrong with you? Why can't you smell? He goes, "I CAN smell, but I don't WANT to!" I guess Sultan was breathing on him, his mouth right at Max's face level. I wouldn't have wanted to smell either. That dog could use a profi.