Whole. Belly. Clams. Aaaargh, now I'm hungry, really hungry... Either clams from The Cape, or, better yet, Maine. My family roots go back to the Moosehead Lake area.Against many posts here this is going to be tame. And this vacation ain't there no more. I'm going back 40 and more years ago. It's the mid-Cape Cod. Rent a house and have the world disappear. Watch the kids make sand castles. Get fries and whole belly clams for lunch.
I think my best vacation wasn't about me, it was when I took my girlfriend's twin boys whitewater rafting in Maine for their 16th b'day.
They weren't really 'outdoorsy' guys per se; but we camped at The Forks and rafted the Kennebec and Penobscot. Then I took them on a float plane ride over Moosehead. I knew the owner of the rafting company from many previous trips so he treated us really well (as he always did over the years) and he told the chef of the base camp restaurant to 'take care of us'. It was a great trip, made a pretty big difference in how we related. It was just us 3 for that trip, but I later ended up taking their Mom and sister back with them for a Dead River trip (no camping on that one, city girl raised in NYC...)
After that rafting trip I taught them to drive my 4 speed '64 Galaxie before I would let them drive their Mom's car for their license test.
All these flashbacks from whole belly clams, I love it, Thanks!