Back from my annual trip to family-friendly, glitz-free�Wellfleet on Cape Cod, whence no opportunities for fresh posting. You talk about Obama stickers - good grief. Never saw so many of 'em. Just a solitary NOBAMA bumper sticker, and�one Ron Paul sticker on a plumber's old F-150: the self-employed are an independent lot.
Only regret: no time to stop by and visit with our friend�Sipp on the way. With the vacation traffic, the drive took us 7 migraine-inducing stop-and-go traffic�hours.
Despite the drive, the Cape is where I need to go to clean my brain with (all-organic)�cold salt water and to refresh my innards with fresh Wellfleet oysters.�Here's where we stay:
�Here's the view of the harbor and our�home beach�from our deck, with its tiny boardwalk across the little�salt marsh:
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More photos of the place on continuation page below -
You park hereabouts:
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The garden entryway:
One of the side gardens:
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A shot of the house from halfway across the walk to the harbor�beach. The left half of the house was built in 1797 and moved down from Truro in 1920. The right half is modern (relatively speaking):
Our crowded�little beach at high tide during the full moon. Not much beach at that time - just enough. During the�highest tides, there's an 11-foot tide change.
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