Cape Cod, where have you been all of our lives?  It’s hard to believe that we have never had the pleasure of walking your windswept beaches, bicycling along your wooded paths, and swimming in your sparkling bay.  But it’s our fault Cape Cod.  The Siren Song of the South has called us away for too many summers.  So it’s time to make up for lost time.  The Lively Little Campers apologize for neglecting you for so long.  Will you still welcome us into your sunburnt arms?

Today we headed over to First Encounter Beach in Eastham–and it was near heaven.  This historic beach is called First Encounter because its sandy shore was where the Pilgrims first set eyes on Native Americans.  We arrived near high tide and set up a slightly less historical camp in the sand.

And we played for a while as we like to do.  After lunch the sun warmed up and the wind died down.  So we headed into Cape Cod Bay for a surprisingly comfortable swim.

As the tide dropped and the sea grass emerged from underwater the bay began to show off its most brilliant summer colors.  Cape Cod, I almost felt as if you were showing off just for us! Welcoming us into your waters as if we were long lost friends.

Cape Cod, once you made us feel so warm and welcome we decided to tear down fort kayak and go for a paddle, or two, or three.  Everyone but Wes had a chance to man or woman the oars.

The bay sounded like it was singing all day long.  And it felt so good to be skimming across your water and kicking up your sand. It was not just another day at the beach.  At dead low tide we put the kayak aside and soaked up all of your salty beauty.

So thank you First Encounter Beach.  Thank you Cape Cod Bay.  Thank you family.  Life can occasionally delight us with perfect days. Today was one of them.

Onward.