July 26th. We have visited the eastern most point of our trip, Provincetown and are now taking a westward course back toward home. The routines of the Cape are behind us; evening showers and nightly ice cream runs. We collectively finished a thousand piece puzzle and and ate as many of the left overs as we could. The last night we bounced on trampolines and raced Go-Karts before having our last visit to Sundae School, local ice cream.
We woke earlier than usual this morning than to race off of the Cape before traffic comes to a standstill, bottle necked at Sagamore or Bourne bridges A canal separates Cape Cod from Massachusetts and Rhode Island physically marking the end of vacation. The kids woke, stumbling out of their bedroom blinking like baby owls to be poured into car seats. Ruby is asleep again after a breakfast snack of Z bars. I still want more coffee.
I look forward to movement and momentum, having destinations and having a goal. We are going to the Berkshires tonight, spending the afternoon and evening with Dan and Randy before stopping again in New Hartford. While I am not anxious to get home I am looking forward to traveling. It is difficult to believe the long anticipated trip is more than half over. That Yellowstone was a mere three weeks ago. Traveling as we are stretches time as when we are children, putting the moment first, thinking as far as the next meal. Ruby can see as far as visiting Gramma in Colorado. Reese looks to Hill AFB museum in Ogden, Utah. In the meantime we play music and podcasts, watch the world go by and continue to create our adventure
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