Susan Senator

Cape Cod boys they got no sleds, heave away! Heave away!
They go down hills on codfish heads
We are bound for Australia.
–Old Folk Song, I know the Weavers’ version

We snuck out at 8:30 last night to beat the Memorial Day traffic. I had the car loaded and ready by the time Max got back from Pirates 3 and our pizza had been digested. We breezed through Boston and the former Big Dig and sailed down 93 to Route 3, and only had some hassles around Duxbury where you lose a lane (the famous Massachusetts-type merge).

No traffic getting onto The Bridge except for a bunch of slow, awed drivers who were searching for their lost rotary (the one Mitt Romney got rid of, his one smart move as former governor). This was probably a lot of people’s first time onto The Cape since last summer, and the infamous Sagamore Bridge Rotary is no more.

Got to M & D’s house in no time, most of us nodding off inside the lulling car. A little bit of Arab music kept me awake for the final push and we rattled into the screened porch and on into the lovely little house. Nat grinning from ear to ear. Our summer was nearly here.

And this morning, my favorite thing in the whole world: waking up to a shiny blue sky on Cape Cod. I rode bikes with Max, saw the ocean, and got back to eager guys who also needed to get to that beach. Threw together some PB&J; for N, M, and B, and tuna for Nat and me, and Ned picked up snax at the Superette.

No lines, and the park ranger let us in free.

So we spent 3 1/2 hours by the sea, even went in because it was so hot — but the water was frigid! Still, Ben got used to it and played in the waves. I just basked in it all.

And now summer has officially begun.