What a Wash Out! So what???

I've returned from the land of Everrain. Ever hear of it? It's the place that is a vacation destination. Once you arrive there, it rains, all day, everyday... it rains. Not a drizzle, not a gentle mist, nor a sporadic drop from a passing cloud; no, it pours in torrents, drenches, floods and saturates anything and anyone foolish enough to walk out their door or leave their car; Rain. All. The. Time. Everrain a/k/a Cape Cod, Massachusetts. That's where I went. I do not have gills, I do not have feathers with that glossy stuff that allows moisture to bead and roll of off my back..I am a human. I was a very wet and bedraggled human. Am I glad to be back home? No.
A rainy day on vacation is better than a great day at; pick one...office, home, grocery shopping, ...you get the point.

Yes , I took pictures..... at least they are dry.



This is what I saw from the motel room. Like I said; dreary, wet and uninspiring.

However, I could throw a stone and hit the water, so at night, the sound of the crashing waves was therapeutic.
That is how close the room is. A stone's throw away.
I wish I'd brought a recorder so I could take the sound of the waves with me. *sigh*






The last day......the sun rises.
The SUN, mind you.
On the LAST day........*shakes head*












This is the same view from my room, but now with the clarity of the sun's rays, the view looks cheerier, more crisp and inviting.
The power of the sun!!


I was able to get in one game of Pirate's Cove mini-golf- it actually stopped raining for , heart be still, 40 whole minutes!! I believe that equals the time it took to get out of the car, pay admission and play to the 4th hole. The last 14 holes were played in the rain. Thank goodness for the pirate caves!



The day with no sun.....but with a 40 minute respite from the rain, allowed me to take a quick jaunt to the beach. (before the brilliant golf idea) There was an 18 inch eroded embankment . In all the years I've been going here, I've never seen it eroded this bad!



Here....see the disturbed sand? That is where I slipped....didn't fall, thank you very much....
So, in my A through E quiz, I asked what you thought I did on the beach.
I'll tell you. I walk and look for shells. I look for seaweed to take home...yes, it CAN smell. But, I'm used to the BROWN, flat kind. Not what those stormy waves dropped....deep green, Absolutely, hold your nose with a clothes-pin, smelly , who knows What kind of seaweed(?), seaweed. Ungh!





Shells mixed with that stuff was a definite No-No. I was empty of shells this trip...


Can't sunbathe without the sun. Well, you could in a way....but Man! Its' chilly.


Then, on top of the smelly green stuff that was so bountiful that it resembled a grass covered beach , (recollect it's VERY smelly grass) I find this lovely little momento washed ashore for a crystal-clear environmental statement. Some one, Somewhere, was having a Bud-lite. Drinking does not make a person ecologically smart....duh.








So, here's the scene I was hoping for my entire vacation. Sunlight, surf, wind in my face, salt spray misting my glasses and the beauty that only nature provides.


Am I glad to be back?
Yes.

I missed you guys.