We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
I know many readers may tire of my New England travelogue photos, but I am the Editor so, if you don't like them, don't look at them. It will take a while to complete this photo dump. Meanwhile, catch up on our holiday weekend posts which were rich with stuff.
Your Editor and Mrs. Editor have been on lower Cape Cod ("lower" means upper on the Cape. You go "up" when you go down to Hyannis. Figure that out. Less confusing to call it the "outer" Cape, but that's too easy) for an extra-long soul-feeding weekend, as we require an annual immersion in the smell of hot Pitch Pine, hot sand, salt air, chilly baptismal salt water, beach grass, and the endless clams and oysters and raw Atlantic Bluefin tuna on which we feed. Our goal is eternity as a Great Black-Backed Gull, sitting on sand bars, staring at the horizon, and feeding on whatever gets washed up by the sea.
However, these first pics are for our pal Sipp. Newcomb Hollow, sunrise this past weekend, and ye olde Beachcomber in the early morning light. The local Cumby opens at 5, and I am always there by 5 with the fishermen - and I mean the pros, not the amateurs. The rough gnarly guys in boots who ain't askeered of drowning and who shamelessly hit on the gals at the counter with promises like "We could have lotsa fun tonight when I get back if you would just give me a nice smile."
I like to make my early morning rounds to see what is going on.
If you squint and stare straight east, on a clear day you might see the coast of Portugal in the far distance, just over the horizon.
Love your photos and tales of Old Cape Cod, etc. One of the reasons I enjoy your site.
Took a road trip with grandsons ("almost seven" and ten) to Caholkia Mounds outside of St. Louis, actually Collinsville. Very family/pet friendly area. The Drury motels are set up for both at no-extra-charge.
The mounds are the highest and most extensive man-made site in the Western hemisphere with a great little museum, a picnic area/playground and lots of mounds to explore. Some professors from Washington U. were overseeing students from U. of St. Louis. My 10-year-old was enchanted. Knowledgeable staff oversee the grounds and a very nas...one drawer after another of ty red-winged black bird that thinks she owns the parking lot.
Hotter than Hades in June so spring and fall long-weekends might be bette,r for roaming the outdoors.
Has someone complained about your travelogues, BD? I don't think so.
FWIW, I spent last week at Lewes, Delaware -- an historic town dating back to the 1600s. Our rented historic house was built in 1865. And on a clear day, without squinting, you can see Cape May, New Jersey.
"I know many readers may tire of my New England travelogue photos, but I am the Editor so, if you don't like them, don't look at them."
Keep 'em coming!
I've always loved New England and I regularly launch south from out here in the Ottawa Valley for an extended putter down through Vermont and New Hampshire, sometimes stretching that out to Massachusetts, Connecticut and even Maine.
We're having a heatwave up here in Eastern Canada (you are too, I'm sure) and your latest pictures evoke an almost Proustian memory of myself, way back in 19#% (hmm, keyboard problem), on a blazing hot day in Cape Cod, sitting at the beach, ice-cold Bud in one hand, carton of fried clams in the other.
Keep those travel photos coming, BD, they're one of the many reasons I love this site! I remember that hot pitch pine smell quite well! (Though, I can think of better things to be on my return...perhaps an albatross?)
Cahoon Hollow? The Beachcomber. Great steamers. Sit at the bar and have a rum runner and eat steamers while the rest of the food is being prepared for the folks on the beach. It's a steep walk up from the beach and the need for a reward is great.