I wrote about my plans to take a vacation in Cape Cod, my first since becoming a spastic quadriplegic. I rented an accessible hotel room in Eastham equiped with a roll-in shower, a king size bed that accomadated a Hoyer lift, a parking spot for my van, and all the perks I might need. I took trips to the beach, Province Town, restaurants, bicycle trails and National Parks. The beaches were not wheelchair friendly but, I took in all the sights and sounds of the sea. I closed my eyes to remember all of my pre MS vacations. I drew on my ability to use guided imagery to further my leisure experiences.

I thanked strangers who kindly encouraged me and voiced their support or offered me help. Eating lobsters seemed daunting until the cooks cracked the shells. Usually, I impressed folks with my high-tech motorized chair. I met a fellow with a Jazzy chair in P’town, we cruised the pier together. I received a post card from the Post Office Cafe to see the all male review and drag queen show. Lady Gaga, Beonce and Janet Jackson were the highlights of the evening. Sher and Liza Minelli are out of fashion.

Cape Cod lacks cabins that are accessible but, I had fun irregardless. I realize the the most accessible place for a vacation is my own back yard that is totally accessible with gardens, screened in porches and woodlands out back. The next best place is New York City. Museums, Broadway shows, Restaurants and sports venues are easily enjoyed by wheelchair users. Curb cuts are on every corner. In conclusion, leisure continues if one is ready to overcome a number of unforseen obstacles.