Life has been awesome in Hood-by-the-Sea lately… headed out to Plum Island the other day for some sweet, sweet hang-out action. A “who can look the coolest in the air” competition was held while we were out there. Who do you think takes the cake?
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Cruised with my boy BDOT to Provincetown on Saturday… We traveled over via ferry, and upon arrival we met up with XstremeSportWillis and his mama. We spent some time cruising around town, admiring the sights, and then, it was time…
We sprinted down the pier, and directed our gaze to the outer harbor. In the distance were small orange dots… fourty-two of them. And what were these orange dots, you ask? Well, friends, I will tell you…
These orange dots were none other than a group of admirable men and women, paddle-board extraordinaires, who were in the final stretch of a great, great adventure. Ten hours earlier, they had set out in the darkness in the waters off Plymouth. And now, thirty miles later, and after some grueling paddling across Cape Cod Bay, they were nearly done.
The orange dots grew larger, and before too long, they had reached the wharf. We ran again, this time in the other direction, back down the pier to the beach where they would come to shore.
And then it was hugs and kisses, and cheering galore. Proud family and friends rushed the water to congratulate the gang. What a feat! And then everyone migrated up to the Surf Club (a fantastic dining experience) for some live music, party-action, raffles, speeches, etc… Great success! And FYI, the CCBC is a kick-ass fundraiser that benefits Christopher’s Haven, which is a kick-ass charity. Check it out here.
After Saratoga, we ventured further to the Northwest… all the way to Sennnnnecaaa Faaaaaaaalls. And the sweet-sweet magic continues…
After flying back from Nantucket to Logan (FYI, awesome plane ride in a little Cessna over Mass Bay), I hopped in the car and cruised up to Saratoga/Galway, NY to join the Smeallie-fam at their farm. No words needed here, photos will tell-all.
Just returned from a ten-day getaway, and the best way to sum it up is this… I had so much fun, it hurts. Literally… I am in extreme physical pain. But it hurts so good.
I have lots of photos from my various stops, so I’ve broken down my adventures into a few separate posts. I’ll begin with Cape Cod and Nantucket, and sometime in the next couple of days I’ll cover New York.
But after four stops, and with 2-3 day stays at each locale, it feels like I’ve had four back-to-back-to-back-to-back action packed weekends. And with no naps allowed, a truck-load of driving, and probably not enough water I’m glad to be burrowed in the couch for a recovery day.
All in all, it was pure magic. And so it begins…
Actually, I’ll only be gone until the 8th of August… but I’ll be making appearances and signing autographs in Cape Cod, Nantucket (again), Saratoga Springs, NY and Seneca Falls, NY.
Activities on the roster include ultra beach relaxation, boating, fishing, bunch fine dining, betting on the horses at the Saratoga track, jet-ski-action, cliff jumping galore, mega bike rides, scooter rides, occasional bar partying, ice cream will be there, and so, so, so much more.
Upon my return… I’ll have a full report.
Summer after summer after summer, I have friends who venture down to the island of Nantucket to work, chill, live-it-up, etc… And time after time, I’ve been beckoned to come down for a taste of the fun. It’s relatively close to home (2 hr. drive to Hyannis + 1 hr. ferry ride), and they’ve always indicated that it is a total blast, yet for years I declined the invitations.
So, this past weekend, I finally went… And all I can say is, yesssssss.
My brotha’ from anotha’ motha’ (he is in fact born of the same motha’, I just like the saying) is living down there this summer, and naturally, I had to go.
The beaches are the greatest, the waves are huge, people are constantly getting barreled, there is fishing to be done, mega fun bike rides are a must, a lovely harbor town, the golf courses are fancy, there is mega nice food to be had, and a candy store, chicks live there, and the bar scene is pretty radical.
So if you desire to go… be sure to bring an extra sweater to wrap around your neck, (or a lacrosse jersey, it’s very bro-ish down there) and maybe tap into your savings account for some extra mula, cause it gets to be expensive. But let me tell you, so f’in worth it.
Thanks to all of you down there for being so kind to us, and showing us the best time ever. FYI, we’re coming back soon for more.
