Yesterday we interrupted our regularly scheduled programming to spend the last day of summer with Mama Bear. We headed to two of our favorite places on Cape Cod: the Wellfleet Bay Wildlife Sanctuary and Marconi Beach. In addition to these excursions in the great outdoors, there were equal doses of steamers with drawn butter and antiques.
Since our last visit in April, the marshlands have grown tall and green, the bushes studded with berries and the birdwatchers out in storm. Marconi was just as we left it — huge, blustery and absolutely beautiful. It's a shore fit for an ocean, with its tall bluff and wide, sandy beach. We walked the length collecting the flat, smooth stones that glisten like gems and are perfect for skipping. For every one I inexpertly plunked into the breaking waves, I also put one in my back pocket. Once back in the parking lot, I scooped out all my stones, but they no longer resembled shiny obsidian, opal and amber. Like everything and everyone once they've left the beach — dried out and shaded from that beachy sunlight that shimmers on sand — they resembled little more than opaque, blue-gray stones. Summer, you will be greatly missed.