Sunday, September 6, 2009


I never got to Chatham this season.  In years past, my son would rent a little house and invite everyone who wanted to come to the beach.   Last year he hadn't reserved a rental, but we drove up on a wing and a prayer, hoping to find a hotel that would house us for the few short days we had to spend.  We stopped at many places, without any luck.  Andrew suggested that we try the Hawthorne, a gem of a hotel on the bay, one that rubs elbows with the famous Chatham Bars Hotel.  Did we mind changing rooms each day?  Hell, no, I don't think so!  It was beyond wonderful.  I sat on the private beach and knitted lace.  I watched the fog roll in and out and listened to the seals that dotted the outer banks.  In the evenings we feasted on fried calamari and clams.  Heavenly.  

There was a small lake nearby - not even two miles from the shore, where we took the dogs to swim.  I think everyone had a good time.

1 comment:

Morna Crites-Moore said...

Sounds like a very nice time, Jody!