Over the past few days, we've been very busy at Cape Cod, without doing a lot; swim, eat, sleep. At moments I've gotten online and read and written a little bit, but not much, so here it is Day 5, I think, and I'm just getting around to writing my thoughts from Sunday on the Cape.

We arrived on Cape Cod on Saturday afternoon, ate at a clam shack and settled into our camping trailer. I awoke early on Sunday morning, as I do most mornings, whether it is on the cape, or at home, a workday or a weekend. I thought about heading off to church. I didn't relish the idea of driving into Provincetown. I'm not keen on trying to find parking there any time of the day or week. I thought about heading down to Wellfleet, but ended up just taking my daily walk to the beach.

It was warm and sunny and along the trail, I found some huckleberries. They were ripe, nearly past ripe. Being late in the season, I was surprised there were any left. How many people had hurried past them on their way to the beach and not noticed them, or not been aware that they were good to eat. How many other times have we hurried by something wonderful, not noticing or not being aware of the wonderfulness.

Warmed by the sun, the berries were even more enjoyable than anticipated. Along the path, I found black currants and beach plums to add to my morning snack. We come out towards the end of August so I can pick beach plums that I take home to make beach plum jelly.

I'm always torn by pointing out the joys of beach plums to those I encounter on the trail and not revealing my prime picking areas. Later, on the beach, I saw a similar behavior in a seagull. He stood with his back to me, and a dead crab lying in the sand. He appeared unconcerned about me or the crab, but kept a close eye on both of us, until I had walked sufficiently past him that he could return to his meal.

Down the beach I saw various people standing, and I wondered if I was approaching a seal colony. The first gathering was of a man practicing yoga and another person taking photographs. Further down the beach were more people standing. I kept watching and found they had come to see the seals, yet the seals were still some distance off. I walked further and eventually came within sight of the seal colony.

It was getting later in the morning, and I still had a long walk back to the campsite.