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.
It's almost family reunion time again for us. We travel as much as we can afford, or more, but the Cape always calls us home.
Year after year, very little changes in Wellfleet, Massachusetts except the steady erosion from the sea which will eventually eliminate the whole thing. As a glacial moraine, it was never meant to last forever.
One of my life goals is to make sure my kids, and my kid's kids, absorb the salt air, piney fragrance, and cool salt water into their souls as I have done all of my life. A precious inheritance for them.
That is bad: there goes the neighborhood? Or time to buy before you can't because rich jerks may arrive. At present, it's a sort-of secret, unfashionable Subaru-type place. Bernie bumper stickers, and locals with beater pickups with NRA stickers and Grateful Dead stickers. A share of very quiet old Boston families, profs, writers, artists, architects, NY shrinks - and lots of regular people like us. You know what I mean.
Lots of random pics of just some of the things we love. Not mentioning all of the seafood, on which we feed constantly out there,
For example, water lilies in bloom on a Wellfleet/Truro "pond." Pic from my kayak.
Lotsa pics below the fold, with some useful info mixed in...
We checked out almost every pond around the Wellfleet-Truro border by kayak or on foot. That's a good-sized hike on sand roads. Herring Pond, Slough Pond, Horseleech Pond, Round Pond, William's Pond, Higgin's Pond -most people would term them lakes.
Hidden roads inside the National Seashore lands. Good hiking. Bring iPhone with Map app. No road markers. A maze. Hidden in those woods, Marcel Breuer's summer place, also Serge Chermayeff's.
An old farmhouse, now in the woods
Sunrise, Gull Pond
Around Wellfleet Harbor
Pre-dawn across Blackfish Creek
I like the one in the middle
Antique bumper sticker: Veterans for McCain
Necessary after-dinner stop for ice cream - the old Harbor Freeze, now Mac's, on the town pier
Sea Clam dragger unloading the day's haul to a truck
Smallest dragger I've ever seen
Beaching it - Power's Landing on the harbor. My old trusty Osprey day pack
Dusty Miller on dunes at Duck Harbor beach, on Cape Cod Bay
Atlantic Ocean beaches, water a balmy 62-63 degrees. Works for me. When the Grey Seals are around, keep an eye out for sharks. Those 600-lb. seals seem to think people are an odd sort of seal, and are curious in a friendly way. The entire Bird Dog family is passionate body-surfers and/or boogie-boarders. More fun than even skiing, I think.
Waiting for a good wave
Crowded at Newcomb Hollow
Sunrise at The Beachcomber
Sunrise, Cahoon's Hollow. Portugal in the distance.
We did a 4-hour kayak trip through Nauset Marsh in Eastham. I have always wanted to get inside that vast marsh on the ocean side, bounded by the barrier of Nauset Beach. On an incoming tide, you fight the currents. On an outgoing tide, you fight the currents going back to the landing.
You paddle all the way out to Nauset Beach and take a cooling swim in the ocean inlet with the friendly seals all around.
In Wellfleet, who is the first customer at Cumbie's every morning at 5 am? Your editor, of course. The professional fishermen arrive late, about 5 minutes later, in their rubber boots, torn flannel shirts, and cranky hung-over attitudes. Semi-bad coffee, the universal requirement of the American male.
I was in the Outer Cape last month for another wonderful stay, have been going to the Cape for many years. Wellfleet has the oldest population of any town on the Cape, in terms of median age. Truro is sparsely populated except in summer, and has a very affluent Boston/NYC/New England based summer crowd.
We ate at a good Truro restaurant, the crowd there was... entitled. Tables on both sides of us were talking the Presidential election and becoming almost hysterical about it. One NYC quartet engaged in argument with another table because that table's party only wanted to dine in peace, not agree vehemently with the politically obsessed crew.
Most Cape restaurants are pretty relaxed, the Truro crowd was expensively dressed. We figured one table of six had at least fifteen thousand dollars of garb between them. How the other half lives.
Wellfleet is less chic, and Provincetown is its own funky world.
Thanks for the imagery. I miss cruising the salt marshes at high tide, seafood etc. Grew up and lived on Buzzards Bay for forty-plus years. Landlocked nowadays. The Cape and Islands just too much New York now (all of New England, really) Will be up in the fall, maybe we'll take a ride out...
The first time I ever heard about Wellfleet was in a book my mother recommended....Asey Mayo on one of his murder mystery adventures. Reading that and comparing today's Wellfleet, I can't find any signs that old time Cape remains and I hope you are wrong about any more influx. Your area is so beautiful, I'm glad you are enjoying it.