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Nature Naturing

Yesterday was our last vacation day out on the Cape, and, as it was a bit chilly, it was more a day for biking than (ocean) beach, and we’d done our share of bays and ponds. But the boys were tired, so the long bike trip Marina kept aching to take was not in the cards. So we motored off to P-Town. Mistake. It is Gay Family week there, and the minute we arrived it was clear this was wall to wall swirling crowds, and it would be an afternoon of cranky kids and put-upon parents trying to delay the sweets and silly knick-knacks as long as possible. So we never stopped: turned the car around and drove back down the Cape — and got a call from friends, who are in P-Town for the Gay Family week, but had fled the crowds. We agreed to meet them at the Audubon Society center in Wellfleet.

Two tired boys ready to fight, two adults sick of being in a car, a chilly day — and then bliss. High tide, the trail through the tidal pools slightly flooded, tiny crabs scurrying beneath our feet for the boys to find, hawks circling, pipers of some sort pecking at the ground, a gray heron, so we were told, standing tall and silent in the distance, marsh grasses swirled about us like tossled hair — glorious. Happy boys, thrilled parents — you see what nature can do when so well managed as at the Audubon center. As with history and the National Park sites — place matters. You really feel how the calm attention of the society has preserved a place that gives kids not rides, not attractions, not even the paddle ball and jump in the waves excitement of the beach, but just nature. We’ll be back.


  1. I know this bliss, Marc. Thanks for the post.

  2. Marc Aronson says:

    and then we went up to VT — its own sort of wonderful nature — cows, pigs, and chickens became real to my boys instead of being either cartoons or packages in a supermarket