The Trails

Provincetown is more than just dive bars bar and a walk on the beach, you know.

It's also about the Province Lands Bike Trails.

Oh, how I love those bike trails.

Mistah and I spent hours and hours and hours out on the bike trails on Sunday afternoon, and we -- well, he -- got a little shutterbug-crazy.

It was impossible not to, because it was, simply, spectacular.

The trees looked alive . . .

. . . and the dunes were rolling . . .

. . . and the foliage was out in full force.

We found ourselves a nice little spot for lunch . . .

. . . not such a bad spot at all . . .

A Man and his Sea

Cape Cod Chips. Natch.

And then, after fortifying ourselves, back on the trails . . .

the clouds . . .

. . . the sea . . .

the foliage . . .

. . . the absolute in-the-momentness, the why-would-we-want-to-be-anywhere-else feeling.

We didn't want to be anywhere else.

Plus it smelled so good out there. Like Fall. With saltwater in the background.

The Trails are a perfect place to celebrate 20 years of matrimonial bliss . . .

. . . blissful as they are . . .

. . . and beautiful . . .

. . . and dreamy.

Some of my favorites are the shots Mistah snapped-while-bike-riding:

And then, back to the flatlands of Provincetown . . .

. . . and back to our room . . .

. . . and back to our view.

Nowhere else at all.