Getting Hot All Over

I felt so bad, in Massachusetts, when I realized that I hadn't put my fleece and rainjacket in the car to go to the Cape. After all, I lugged them from Illinois.

Never feel bad too soon. Never needed fleece or rainjacket. Balmy, sunny -- almost too hot except that wind blows constantly over the Bay at Wellfleet and so people keep splashing and smiling. Ian and Alexandra dug up so many clams with Jude and Lori that Lori steamed them and fed them to adults. Initially, just to uncles, in case the clams weren't healthy. How great it is to be a McJohn.

There's a resident blue heron living in the marshy stretches where the bay flows in at night along the south side of the road. Jude spots it first, every time. It isn't very blue (we never saw the underside of its wings) and it wasn't very plump, either, though it could do remarkable moves with its long neck.