We'll recycle things from the archives, but nothing new during vacation break.
Here's my final big batch of Wellfleet architecture photos. Our prayer is that Wellfleet be never yuppified, and that it remain ramshackle, weather-beaten, weedy, and perfectly imperfect. Like Nantucket, before the Beautiful People discovered it in the 1980s as an alternative to the Hamptons.
Hatch's has been there since before I was a little kid, with the same sign with a Striper eating a lobster. If you ask them to keep some Toro (Bluefin tuna belly), they will have it for you the next day, if not sooner. It's the best food in the world (flash-grilled over charcoal, not as sushi).
This grand old boathouse on the harbor is a great place to rent for the summer, but it's booked years in advance, and it ain't cheap. Yes, that is�low tide. There is water against the pilings at high tide:
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My sister with her family rented this cottage each August for many years:
Shuttered-up barn on a fine�old Wellfleet farm. It's a sin to covet, but I always coveted the 25-acre farm here, on the edge of the marsh, with the 1830 farmhouse down that dirt road in the photo below this one:
The perfect�cozy cottage for my brother and his wife:
A fancy new place. Comfortable, no doubt - but we disapprove:
�The good old Chequesset Yacht and Golf Club:
�Needs work but I'd take it:
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Mind you, I took some of these photos at 5:30 am on my morning jaunt, so the light isn't perfect:
The all-powerful�Harbormaster's HQ, on the town dock. The guy is the crustiest old-salt Yankee you'd ever want to see. No, not friendly at all:
Be there or be square: Mac's, on the town dock, where you go for ice-cream at night:
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