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Cape Cod…

We spent Thursday driving around the Cape, stopping at Race Beach in hopes of seeing the three lighthouses off in the distance. The feature photo is one of them. If we could have found parking I might have taken more. It seems P-town is having an up-tick in Covid so we didn’t walk around there. But at the Cape Cod national seashore we found the Three Sisters Lighthouses.

And the closing of the parking lot near the Nauset Light caused us to find and walk the trail and take pictures from the grounds as opposed to a photo from the parking lot. Serendipity.

As we headed toward home we stopped at the marina in Wellfleet and saw some pretty scenery. And we ate some really good ice cream too. All in all a nice, relaxing day.

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The Cape Cod Canal…

We reached the canal on Wednesday, but too early to continue on to check in to our motel. So we found a bench in the shade, and sat and watched the world go by. Or the boats, one speeding faster than another. And people on bikes. We got out our bag of snacks and munched, and took pictures for quite a while. And then it happened, just as it was time to leave. Something different, a tug boat pulling a barge came into view as it passed under the Sagamore Bridge. It was a treat to see it after an hour of more ‘normal’ shots.

But when I looked at the pictures later I saw that they looked dull, and I blamed the snow-white sky. Yesterday I said I needed to learn how to replace the sky in photos, and today that’s what I did. While it’s easy to do, there is a learning curve and lots of additional adjustments you can do, so I chose only a couple of pictures with sky involved, tweaked them just a little, and called it a day. The wonders of technology.

As the tugboat and barge continued toward the Bourne Bridge I saw that the tugboat was called the Sapphire Coast, and was out of Chesapeake City, MD. And the barge was a cement hauler. I guess I never wondered how cement got from one place to another, but I don’t think I would ever have imagined it traveling on a barge through the Cape Cod Canal.

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A lovely day in Rockport…

If there ever was a time for me to learn to replace the sky in an image then today would be the day. My day in Rockport really was lovely, after all, it wasn’t raining. But the sky could have been a lot prettier. But the lack of color in the sky couldn’t spoil the colorful scenes I was seeing everywhere I looked.

This, I was told, is the iconic image of Rockport, so it was the first image we took
If I didn’t believe it when I first heard it, then this sign would have convinced me.
As we walked to the waterfront these glimpses down the alleyways made me anxious to get there.
I have been seeing these gorgeous hydrangeas everywhere, but none prettier than these.
Hollyhocks are a favorite from my childhood.
And then we were there.
The restaurants touted fresh lobster, and it probably doesn’t get fresher than this.
Another view of the iconic building. It was destroyed in 1978 by a huge storm, but the townspeople pitched in to recreate it.
The scene behind the facades.
You would likely have a view like this no matter which of the waterfront restaurants you might choose to have your lunch.
Or a view like this…
This parade of little sailboats was being towed by the speedboat ahead of them. We decided that it was a group of kids being guided in after sailing lessons.
Where ever you choose to eat you will have seagulls staring longingly at your lunch. But we had this house sparrow keeping us company.
When we finally arrived at our room for the night we found this great potential sunset view right from the doorway. But the clouds took over.

When you are retired every day is a vacation I know, but to be back ‘home’ with time to enjoy places I never visited when I lived here is the best of all possible worlds.

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In the mist…

Do you see it in the mist? The Gurnett Light. One of the few places I knew of that my friend hadn’t been to when he was a kid growing up in my same hometown. So we drove the long, rough, dirt road out to the point where it sat, and had to get 90% there to see it at all in the mist. I dodged raindrops all day to get these pictures, but somehow it didn’t spoil what turned out to be a fun day for us.

You really can’t get close to this lighthouse since it’s in a private community that sits out at the tip of the point. But you can zoom with your lens.
When I googled the Powder Point Light I expected to see the other lighthouse, but this one showed up. It sits right at the start of the Powder Point Bridge and is now a private residence.
And the bridge, once the longest wooden bridge in the country. Or maybe it was the world, I just read it but can’t remember.
Someone watched me taking pictures.
And swimmers on the beach. A
And the lonely lifeguard, watching them.
We had driven through Plymouth the day before. It was a gorgeous day but we couldn’t stop then, and probably couldn’t have found parking since the place was teaming with tourists. So we said we’d come back the next day, and the weather meant that there was plenty of parking.
Those masts are the Mayflower 2. As we drove back and forth to Duxbury the rain would stop, but each time we returned to Plymouth it was pouring again. We wound up drenched.
At one intersection along the way we saw the Toll House sign. The actual Toll House was a cute little white house in Whitman where the toll house cookie was said to be invented. It sat on this corner, and across the intersection was a fabulous fabric store called Saftlers. Both are gone now, replaced with gas stations I think..

I think that if I had had anyone else with me yesterday, and wanted to show them scenery that was close to my heart, they’d have thought I was nuts. But we both loved pointing out all the beautiful old houses along the roads we both traveled as kids…

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Catching up…

Day two of this trip had us traveling on back roads just like the detour road that we drove on the day before. But without all the traffic, and especially without all the trucks that we traveled with the day before, so a nicer day. A pleasant day of driving through North and South Carolina, but then it was time to negotiate the NY City area and our expected 9 hour trip took 13 hours and was (almost) no fun at all.

When I wasn’t driving I was taking pictures out the window.
We spent a little time on Rt 1, a road I traveled a lot when I lived in MD.
We had to put in the Tappan Zee bridge as a destination to get the GPS to take us over this bridge and not the dreaded George Washington bridge. After a difficult day’s drive I’m trying not to think about what route to take home, but that’s a problem for another day.

My friend and I are from the same hometown in MA, but it took us over 70 years to meet in our photo group in Florida. So this trip down memory lane took us back to Fields Park where we both spent time in our youth, but never together.

My sister assured me that this was my mother’s favorite spot in Field’s Park, so we sprinkled some of her ashes from this bridge a few years ago. Shh, don’t tell anyone though because I think it’s not kosher.
The swans came to us, and posed for us in this little lagoon.
Tower Hill is the main attraction in the park.
I liked this long distance view, but a day without rain threatening might have been nicer. We may get to try again before we leave.

Honestly, not too long ago I thought that all my connections to my hometown were now gone, and I wondered if I’d ever go back again. Funny about connections, all these years later I have new connections to the same old place of my youth, and it feels good.

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Detours…

I’ll bet you think I’m going to get all philosophical and talk about how you think your life is going one way and then it takes a very unexpected turn. I might be tempted to talk about that, but in this case I’m talking about the actual detour we took yesterday. Off of Rt. 301, compliments of the policemen who had closed the road to all traffic. We knew that something very unfortunate had happened up ahead, and we had a pretty good attitude since we had planned a day of driving that would get us to our stopping point on the early side. I had, however, just suggested that a bathroom break might be in order, and little did I know that it would be two hours before we found ourselves back on 301.

We were on a two lane road, very rural, with standing water along the sides of the road in places, from the recent rains.
When I say ‘we’ I mean ourselves and the many, many huge trucks traveling in both directions. One after the other those huge trucks passed us, most with their right side tires off the pavement and I noticed that they were creating a deep rut on the other side of the road. And still there were more coming.
I wished I could reach my camera when I saw three mules in the pasture here. One was kicking up it’s heals at the other two. It could have been a good picture, darn it.
I suppose I was lucky that I wasn’t the driver at the time, so I could amuse myself by taking pictures with my phone.

It took us over two hours to travel that detour. We saw only one issue, and that was a car driving in our same direction, and she had gone off the road enough that trying to back herself back up the slope probably wouldn’t work. We were seeing the light at the end of the tunnel by then, 301 was just up ahead and our particular nightmare was almost over. We looked at the cars and trucks heading south and just turning onto that sad little road and felt bad that they had no idea what they were in for. And, just as we expected, once we reached 301 we saw that the northbound lanes had been reopened while we were stuck in that detour nightmare. But we were back on the road with no harm done, so we were happy. Later on we learned that a truck driver had overturned and died, causing this whole problem. Day one of this trip was done…