Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Planning our Trip to Cape Cod

It was with much deliberation and fanfare that we set off on our vacation and simultaneously joined the pantheon of people who comprise that all-encompassing, ubiquitous group of people known as the all-American vacationer. The same ones that I've been so disparaging of (talk about hypocrisy) and made fun of as they made their way through Vermont, their cars laden with bikes and luggage attached to the roof of their cars, interiors brimming with stuff.

We'd decided to go to Cape Cod this summer, a much easier trip in many ways, about a four hour drive from where we live. Also, we didn't have to worry about catching planes or making it through security, or for that matter, securing exchange and learning another language. Just a short drive and we were there.

Of course, with the concept of driving our car, we also invited the notion of bringing lots of stuff, and bring lots of stuff we did. We'd been given a Thule pod to us by our friend, GL, but found it to be a bit daunting. It was the largest carrier pod that they make, and we have such a small car that I just assumed that it was going to be too big and wouldn't even fit on our car.

Well, as you might have guessed, it sure did fit, and pointed out once again the importance of at least trying before you throw in the towel, much like I do. Well, once we realized that we now had so much space, it opened up the desire to have our bikes along, as well, so we made a few calls and went out and bought a Thule rear mount bike rack, as well. Thus, we had joined the rank and file of the ultimate vacationer and were now ready to roll.

With so much space at our beckoning, the sky was the limit. We had secured a cottage in Cape Cod literally at the last minute. R was furiously trying to find a place and it went down to the wire. We were slated to leave on Saturday and she got one on Friday. Though it was last minute, you really benefit from the desperate climate of owners who just want to fill their spaces. If we hadn't taken it, it would have gone unoccupied. For what it's worth, and it's worth a lot, R said the stress made it a crappy experience, and in the future she wouldn't do it again.

So we started packing and planning, and it didn't take long before things got a little out of hand. We decided to pack things we never would have imagined, including sheets and towels, which for the record are required by Cape Cod traditions. We had bikes, tennis rackets, and food. Lots and lots of food. Since we had a cottage, cooking at home, with a barbeque, no less, was now a possibility that we were going to take full advantage of.

The food issue was the most concerning, because we literally had about a weeks worth of the stuff. A lot of it was stuff that you needed to use once or twice but didn't want to go out and buy, things like condiments and seasoning. So we packed it, and before we knew it, we had a ton of food, which I actually found much to my liking. As much as I like to eat out, I find it brings me down after awhile because of economic and healthy considerations.

On the eve of our departure, I tested out our pod and rack, making sure they didn't fall off, though the true test would be at sixty mph on the highway, we packed our stuff and were ready to roll. The only thing missing was my surfboard, but that is for another time.

Until the next time, thanks for reading.

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