Next morning, a 7:30 wake-up call to Burr Bros. to remind them of our predicament was made only after making a reservation for a slip in Provincetown. The idea was to leave Marion irrespective and limp home as long as nights were spent in marinas tied to power to recharge batteries. To those who have options, luck is not by chance. By 8:45 two Burr Bros mechanics were on board. The problem alternator was swapped out for our spare. We were on our way to Provincetown by 10:30.
Luck again was in store. We hit the Cape Cod Canal at maximum flood. The result was an 11 knot sleigh ride through the Canal and into Cape Cod Bay. More tranquil than ever, the windless ride to Provincetown had the crew sunning themselves on deck like paying passengers.
Dinner in Provincetown was, by chance (since the Marina’s recommendations were fully booked), extraordinary. We demanded to see the chef, who explained his culinary philosophy and awkwardly accepted our praise. He was astounded to know that his Salt Cod Brandale was a taste of old home for Anita of Newfoundland.
Luck again was in store. We hit the Cape Cod Canal at maximum flood. The result was an 11 knot sleigh ride through the Canal and into Cape Cod Bay. More tranquil than ever, the windless ride to Provincetown had the crew sunning themselves on deck like paying passengers.
Dinner in Provincetown was, by chance (since the Marina’s recommendations were fully booked), extraordinary. We demanded to see the chef, who explained his culinary philosophy and awkwardly accepted our praise. He was astounded to know that his Salt Cod Brandale was a taste of old home for Anita of Newfoundland.
Then, Bobby began to play. Piano Bar Man extraordinaire! This is real Provincetown. Show tune heaven. Too good to pass up! And Roger and Anita knew all the words. They have decided to retire to P’Town to be amongst their own. Broadway groupies!
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