EAST COAST USA 2015 (DAY FIVE)

Last night I went to bed too late so the morning arrived far too soon for me. To my shock and dismay it was another sunny day and it never  rained over night. I dragged myself out of bed and got the coffee on. The forecast called for afternoon rain but I wasn't going to sit around camp all day so I unhooked the bike from the camper and headed out to Cape Cod and Provincetown up at the extreme north end of the cape.
It started to haze up as I got out on the spit. They call this the marine layer that usually burns off by noon. It was very hot (31'C) and still very humid so the wind created by riding was much appreciated.   The day trip was about 200 miles out and back. I packed my raingear just in case but luckily never needed it. It was nice to not be towing my camper but it was a fairly boring trip to my surprise unless you happen to enjoy endless scenes of pine trees that grew right up to the roadway. If you're not familiar with the geography google a map of Cape Cod. It's a long horn shaped strip of land that curls out into the Atlantic. There's only one road in and one way out. My plan today was to ride out till the highway ended in Provincetown, have some local seafood for lunch and then meader back as long as it wasn't raining. I rolled into Provincetown a little after 1:00 pm, found a parking spot and became a tourist for a while. The place was packed with people from all over the world judging by the variety of accents I heard. It was also very evident that the "Pride" community was well represented as I've never seen so many extremely handsome men except down in Key West, Florida.
Ever since arriving in New England I have seen so many little local seafood bars that are peddling their "world famous lobster rolls". I couldn't resist trying one not really knowing exactly what they were. YUM!!!!! They take a variation of a hot  dog roll and heap it with big chunks of lobster and then drizzle their secret sauce over it. It was the perfect solution to cure my rumbling tummy. Here are some photos of the town. These first few show the harbour and the fishing boats.
 

 This  was a shot looking back at all the action on shore.

As you can see from the next few shots it's a very busy tourist town this time of year.

You probably noticed a huge tower in the background inn an earlier shot. It's a war memorial which is  so enormous for such a small tourist and fishing town.

After an hour or so I had my fill and besides I still had a 100 mile ride back to camp. On my way back I noticed a sign for the Cape Cod National Seashore and decided to check it out. The spot I found was called Marconi Beach and I was so glad I stopped. It seemed like all the action was somewhere else because the place was all mine. I  walked to the edge of a huge sand cliff that overlooked the beach below. There in the water were probably a dozen large black creatures just  milling about in the clear warm water near the shore. I don't know what they were. Probably seals. I didn't  have my telephoto lens with me or I would have taken a picture. I did take my first selfie with my 355mm Canon though.

Now back at camp and guess what? It started to rain. Not bad, almost five days without rain.