More specifically, the Wellfleet Bay Wildlife Sanctuary. We visited a bit ago and the first thing we saw outside the sanctuary's welcome center window was a herd of turkeys.
I'm a big fan of turkey herds. The tom was out parading around and then there were many more females in the bushes.
We picked up a scavenger hunt guide and headed to the trails.
These whale bones weren't actually on the scavenger hunt - too easy to find - but so cool, regardless. Frances wasn't quite as impressed as I would have expected. I don't think she could comprehend the incredibly size difference between a human rib and a whale rib. Maybe next time.
After a stroll through pine trees, we went out onto the marsh. It was low tide, so relatively dry.
Frances really, really likes leading the way these days.
The boardwalk led to the ocean and the rising tide.
Poor Chandler go to experience all of this from the comfort of her carrier.
Poor, tortured Chandler.
And then we high-tailed it out of there, so we didn't have to wade through the boggy bits.
Huge success. There's even a rentable cabin, for when we get more adventurous and less dependent on sound machines for sleep. Someday...
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