Day Three: Provincetown 

The trip three hours into the future caught up with us today. No one stirred until 9 am. After a quick shower, we slipped into the hotel continental breakfast just in time to grab a carb heavy breakfast. 
  
The first stop this morning was the Cape Cod Potato Chip Factory tour. The self guided tour only took about 15 minutes, which was just enough time to show us the process for making their delicious kettle-cooked chips. The factory can produce up to 350,000 bags of chips in a day! After loading up on chips, we hopped in the car for the 47 miles “down” (actually, the very tippy top) the cape to Provincetown, aka P-town. 

  
Provincetown is famous for being the spot where the pilgrims first touched land before later settling on the mainland at Plymouth. In the 18th century it became a fishing community. It became (and still is) an artists’ colony in the late 1960s. It is now well known as a popular LGBT resort. 

 
We started with climbing the Pilgrim Monument, which is set atop a hill above the main street and can be seen from anywhere in town. The monument was built to commemorate the pilgrims landing in 1620. It is the tallest all-granite structure in the United States. “The heart-healthy walk to the top on 116 steps and 60 ramps only takes about 10 minutes at a leisurely pace.” (http://www.pilgrim-monument.org/overview-faq)

 We climbed the steps, enjoyed the view, zoomed through the adjacent museum and then set off to explore the main shopping corridor, Commercial street. 

 Commercial street is just as it sounds, commercial. We found a delightful little restaurant called the Mayflower Cafe. Their menu had just about anything you could ever want, including: a full bar, massive amounts of fried seafood and a selection of Portuguese dishes. Many Portuguese sailors from the Azores settled in Provincetown after the Revolutionary War after being hired to work on merchant ships. Jeff enjoyed his Portuguese kale soup. 

  
After a delicious (two drink each) lunch of assorted lobster dishes, Jeff split off to go check out the pier and the girls and I explored the eclectic shops downtown. 

  
On the way out of town, we made a stop at Race Point Beach. I wanted to go there mostly to see the lighthouse (which was not visible), but the girls enjoyed sticking their toes in the coarse sand of the Atlantic Ocean. As we strolled onto the beach, we noticed several people lined up taking pictures. It turns out there were several huge seals, a dozen or more, swimming up the coastline. The girls really enjoyed just standing on shore spotting seals as their heads poked up here and there. No doubt they were just as curious about us as we were about them. 

  
Our next stop was up the coast a bit to Highland Lighthouse, also known as Cape Cod Light. Highland Light Station was commissioned by George Washington in 1797. It was originally a 44 foot wooden tower situated a top the cliff on outer Cape Cod. It was the first lighthouse established on Cape Cod and the 20th in the United States. The lighthouse has been restructured several times, most recently in 1857. The severe erosion of the adjacent cliff forced the relocation of the lighthouse 450 feet     In inland in 1996. Only 6.5 acres, of the site’s original 10, remain because of the erosion. Highland Light, listed in the National Register of Historic Places, remains an active lighthouse to this day. 

  
After a long day of exploring, we were all ready to take in some Zzzzs. We picked up a pizza and went back to the hotel to watch a movie on the TV and unwind a little so we can get up a have another adventure tomorrow. 

Goodnight, from Yarmouth. 

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