What happens in BRC stays in BRC, so not much to tell. From there is was on to Lake Tahoe for decompression. After a hike and some lazy days by the lake, I was off to SFO for the cross-continental to BOS. Arriving in Boston, began Logan’s Run, the trek from Logan airport to the watta taxi, across Boston Harbor to the World Trade Center, there boarding the fast ferry to Provincetown, Cape Cod. This exquisite crossing roars out of the Harbor past the pentagon-shaped revolutionary forts, lighthouses, and tiny islands, then out into the blue Atlantic. After a short test of sea-worthiness, the vessel is rounding the small, sandy hook of the Cape, the Provincetown monument in view. This is where the Pilgrims first landed, before finding the water of Pilgrim Lake too salty and continuing to Plymouth. It’s great to arrive on the Cape to visit my friend JP and family; JP is co-founder of ConSynPro, and the gentleman who introduced me to the Internet. On the Cape, we reminisced, worked on computers in the Zen Den, jogged through the forest to the beach and back, and enjoyed dinners with the family every evening. This visit even included a special trip to King Richard’s Faire for a bit of jousting and merriment. At night, I played the Cape Cod Girls shanty over and over in the headphones, and the good captain visited with a bit of ice cream and brandy for a nightcap. Yes, I have a bit of a thing for the wonderful times on the Cape, falling in love with the place like so many others before…
