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Wellfleet MA has a good harbor and a fair variety of boats. None of the fancy stuff like Newport or Nantucket, though. The town is not social enough to attract that crowd, but it is social enough for everybody to get in line for a Harbor Freeze cone on the pier every night after supper. (It is Mac's now, but I still call it Harbor Freeze.) I have seen people on that line from NYC that I haven't seen in 20 years.
There is plenty of dock space, and a large anchorage. It still has a small commercial fleet, more engaged in lobstering or in dragging for quahogs and sea clams than in fishing. The big-time fishing boats berth in Provincetown, where they have quick access out of Cape Cod Bay to the ocean.
I can not imagine living too far from the sea, and I feel that swimming in fresh water or overly-warm water is sort of disgusting. Chilly salt water is what works to cleanse and re-baptize my soul.
More boat pics below the fold -
The classic Outer Cape day sailer is a gaff-rigged catboat:
Town has tons of dock space since building the new (1970s) pier.
I once owned a 23' Sea Ox. Fine craft, very dry and steady in rough seas - and I always took her out in storms to test and improve my seamanship. (I still do not enjoy a flukey following sea which rises higher than my radio antenna, but I have toyed with them.)
I was happy to see this new version, which has a number of improvements over the old, including an outboard transom bracket and a bowsprit with an anchor roller. Mine had the rocket-launcher rig like this newer one:
I like this - a fiberglass dory:
For Sale, used. I think it was only around $15,000.
Sad to say, but Sea Ox is one of the "lost" boats - they are no longer made. They were great boats - built by former executives of Grady White who purchased some older molds, had them updated and started building their own line. There was a company out of Arkansas that built some boats under the Sea Ox name after the original brand was sold, but they were crap. You can see the similarity in the hull shape between Grady and Sea Ox.
Blue Fin (the blue cuddy with the Suzuki) - now there is a boat that I seriously considered before I bought the GW Canyon 33 - as in almost put a down payment on one - custom built. The Blue Fin reps were terrific - gave me a tour of the factory, sat me down with their naval architect and we came up with a center console design that I liked. Unfortunately for them, I found the Grady at a big discount, but they were really good about it. I'd highly recommend Blue Fin for anybody looking for a great boat. Made local in New England too - Bristol, RI.
You should take a walk around the docks at Point Judith - plenty of big open ocean draggers/lobster boats there.
I moved my boats down to South Carolina in anticipation of selling the house quickly, which didn't happen, and now I'm boatless up here with the exception of kind friends who let me borrow theirs when I get the itch.
If we don't sell in the Fall, I'm bringing the Grady back up to Mystic. Which, of course, would mean that the house would sell the second I put it in the slip. :>)
I love boats. And salt water. I grew up fishing out of Oregon Inlet in North Carolina, and swimming in Kill Devil Hills. Understand also about the " baptisms " in the salt water. Has to be something there....
One thing you did not mention abut Wellfleet Harbor is the large tidal range which, combined with how shallow it is, means it "empties" quite a bit at low tide. Most of the shots in your sequence seem to be taken at high, or at least high-ish, tide. This puts a premium on shallow-draft boats. Obviously true for sailboats especially - and you show a catboat which is ideal for shallow bays like Wellfleet and other places around the Cape. It also means if you are out there you get attuned to the tides, depending on what you want to do (fish, windsurf, sail, kayak, dig for clams, etc.)
In high school I had the opportunity to work as crew on a fishing boat out of Chatham (south coast of Cape Cod, Wellfleet is on the North Coast). Captain John was the owner and I just realized I can't remember the name of the boat (forty-five years). Captain John was a weir fisherman, each season he would plant poles in the bottom and hang his nets. The weir would be in the shape of a P, the bottom pointed to the beach and the purse had a net with a narrow opening that pointed at the beach. The schools of fish ran along the coast and when they hit the net would follow it until they entered the net at the narrow opening.
I got on the boat and got busy picking up the trash off the deck. Captain John never spoke at less than a roar, sometimes a bellow. He would keep you hopping. When we got to the net the Captain would position the boat over the opening to the net. Then all hands would head to the rail and start hauling net. A circle of net forty or fifty yards across would be hauled in by hand by ten or twelve men (and a boy). As the purse became smaller, the water boiled with the thrashing of the captured fish. Men with large nets on the ends of long poles would start dipping into the purse and hauling out the fish. They would spill the contents of the net into the bare deck and other men armed with gill hooks would start separating the catch into different bins. After the last fish were brought on board the least important man would be tasked with cleaning the deck and stowing the gear (me). A fast run back to the dock and then we would hump the heavy bins full of fish up the dock to the packing shed.
I loved it. Some of the best days of my life.
Years later I heard that when Captain John (Italian last name) retired, his sons sold the boat and the dock and used the money to get started in the sewage pumping business on Cape Cod. They undoubtedly made the right business decision. But a part of my youth died.