Cape Cod touring

Ray took us on his best Cape Cod tour through the gusting wind and fine drizzle, and had I known we were going to be walking for an entire day, I would have dressed a bit warmer than the long sleeve t-shirt I was wearing. Ray was in fine form, posing at will for the most ridiculous photos taken in Massachusetts that day.

It was a pretty amazing tour though and Cape Cod has immense beauty ranging from the Cedar and Maple bogs to the endless beaches. Let's not forget the harbor at P-town and a bonus cherry on the top were the eight whales we saw at Race Point. I could hardly believe it, but from the beach we saw Humpback and Right whales feeding on plankton just a couple hundred meters off the beach. They had apparently been there for the entire weekend and were predicted to be there for a few more, so Celia and I decided there and then that we were going whale watching the next day.

Well things don't always work out as planned and that evening when we got back from touring Mike recommended we go snowboarding in New Hampshire the next day. It was a tough choice, boarding or whale watching. So 4AM the next day we were up and dressed to go whale watching, naaaat. We were going snowboarding and were kitted out thanks to Jane and Mike who had enough ski clothing and equipment to sort out the Jamaican bobsled team and their cheerleaders.

What a day we had up on Mount Sunapee, being up on the mountain is always ...umm well... invigorating in search of a better word. My boarding improved loads as Mike pushed me to increase my speed and to not be such a girl. Celia also loved the day and every time I saw her she was full of smiles and Ray was teaching her some new tricks on the skis in between racing Jane and me. Being on a snowboard I was always a bit slower, but by the end of the day I was right up there and Jane will admit I absolutely showed her a lesson in downhill racing, German style.

Had to remember Laurie who couldn't join us as she had to visit her dad down in Florida who sadly was terribly ill (would have taken her in a race too though).

Still can't believe how lucky we were to have a great day on the mountain in early spring with new friends (and old ones - Ray). Feeling excited just writing this now!!

On our way back home we had a short stop in Boston for an early dinner and an alternative to sitting in the traffic. After a days boarding i was thirstier than a baby in a topless bar so at the first sight of a Sam Adams, it was emptied, and my thirst was quenched.

We grabbed some seafood to go along with the beer. The Swordfush kebab grabbing my attention and Celia couldn't be stopped ordering the Maine lobster which, at the time of ordering did not register in her mind that they cook them on the spot. So when the chef took the unlucky fellow out the bucket and straight into the pot, the expression on her face was pretty priceless, worthy of a Mastercard advert.

Tuesday came and it was time to head back to the Big Apple. With some regret, we said goodbye to Little Ray, Big Ray, Kory, Jane and Mike, let's not forget Hudson. In true Dieter style I lead with my emotions, so goodbyes are as short as possible. I'm always so grateful for times like these spent with great people sharing fantastic moments and giving time out of their life. Jeesh… what was that, let's move on before I delete it.