Bid farewell to Cape Cod, packed the car and drove west, stopping briefly in Boston at South Station and then heading due west, slogging through traffic halfway through Massachusetts before I finally broke free to open road. I’m almost back in the county I was born in more than three decades ago, looking out at the rolling foothills of western New York. Shadow is curled up in the backseat, stirring only for the opportunity to finish the bits of fried clam left from a stop along the Cape Cod Canal many miles ago. Only a few more miles to go before I find a place to lay our heads down. (Taken with Instagram)
