To escape the sweltering subway stations and crowded streets of August in New York City, my family took a road trip to Cape Cod two weekends ago. My sister and I have been wanting to go whale watching since our days at Sea World camp–many years ago, back when we were four feet tall and in elementary school. We spent that summer feeding manatees and dissecting squid. It was only the beginning of our love for the creatures of the sea.
After five long hours of driving, we arrived in Provincetown with aching legs and growling stomachs and made our way to the nearest wharf-side food shack, John’s Footlong, to refuel before we boarded the boat for our whale watching tour.
Lobster roll busting at the seams
