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Cape Cod Canal…

I caught a glimpse of the canal as I drove toward Cape Cod on the 3rd of July.  I saw a sailboat, and I imagined a pleasant sail, and a lovely breeze on a bright sunny day.  As I crawled along on that last leg of the journey the announcers on the radio informed all of us that the 3rd was the very worst day to be traveling for a 4th of July event.  But it honestly wasn’t any worse than I had expected.  Of course I had the camper in tow, and I almost dreaded getting to my destination for fear that I wouldn’t be able to get into the spot in my sister’s yard that I had imagined.  But I did, and I’m here.

I drove back off the Cape on the morning of the 4th, and I stopped at the nice scenic overlook on the canal to take some photo.  The pleasant sail I had imagined looked a little more hectic with the canal full of boats, all of which seemed to be going as fast as they could.  And creating waves that were rolling up on shore.  What was their hurry?  All they seemed to want to do was turn around and go back the way they came.  We used to call that cruising the drag back in the olden days when I was a girl.

There were people who appeared to be ready to spend the day, with their picnic baskets or bikes.  And lots of fishing along the banks too.  And the cutest little golden doodle puppy standing with her front paws up on the railing, enjoying the view just as I was.  Of course when she saw me trying to take her picture she chose a different pose.  She was a happy little thing.  She is the least golden golden-doodle I’ve ever seen, I hope she doesn’t get a complex about that.  I liked her just as she was. fourthcanal1sailboatsailingbridgebridgesail2fourthcanal1canalfishingcanaldoodle

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