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.