*We spent Thanksgiving at John and Nanci Hancock's place on the cape. That's where we usually spend it and it goes without saying that the turkey dinner is superb.  The desserts are so yummy, though, that we have considered passing on the main event and heading straight to sugar shock.  Between courses we clear our pallets with a brisk walk either down the dirt road through the woods or out onto the cause way. A good time was had by all.  Here are some pictures of this years festivities.

With the hard work of wolfing down obscene amounts of turkey, stuffing, cranberry sauce, tatters, gravy, squash etc., etc., there is no rest for the weary.   With the specter of suffering through insanely delicious deserts, a regimen of exercise is not optional but the only possible course of action to take action on more courses.  Hence, the forced march.  Here are some of this year's participants: the hearty the foolhardy and the hardly hearty.