Provincetown, Ma


It seems that we are attracted to these photo-op boards, so I am starting our P-town visit with a herd of animals.



We unloaded Buster, our magic sled, at the "Head of the Meadow" beach a few miles south of Provincetown and started our ride on smooth paved trails.




Via trails and roads, we arrived at the edge of P-town and took in the Pilgrims Monument built-in 1902 to signify that the pilgrims arrived here first before finally settling in Plymouth.



P-town is an artistic oasis and a lively, friendly town.   The LGBTQ community finds safe expression here, and we found it to be a fun place.




What better place for lunch than the "Lobster Pot" and a delicious lobster roll!



After lunch, we continued down Commerce street, taking in the sights and culture.  Commerce Street is part of the East Coast Greenway, and a ferry ride from P-town to Boston completes an alternate Greenway path to Boston.



As we continued our ride to the National Cape Cod Seashore to ride the trails in the sand dunes, a group of teddy bears was sunning themselves.....



Soon we were riding the sand dune trails with periodic views of the Atlantic Ocean.  It was a great afternoon of riding of about 35 miles.   



 
After riding back through P-town and back to Buster, our Magic sled, we drove to Harwich, MA, for dinner at the Mad Minnow.  The scallops and other goodies made for a great recovery.  Our camp in Dennis, Ma was only a couple of miles from here.

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