Who needs San Diego? (cont.)

More from the cape. I think this was Race Point Beach, which would make that the Old Harbor Life-Saving Station Museum in the background. We'd given up on getting Frances out of the car by this point.

Snow and sand.

These next photos are titled "4:11 p.m." That's right, it was 4:11 and the sun was going down.

After it got thoroughly dark, about 5:00, we stopped at the only open restaurant we could find. I had New England clam chowder. Mark had baby back ribs with sweet potato fries. I don't think Mark has embraced his inner New Englander yet.