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Tuesday, August 5. 2008

Pines, hot sand, and chilly salt water

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:

More photos of the place on continuation page below -

You park hereabouts:

The garden entryway:

One of the side gardens:

 

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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Wellfleet oysters I've been asking for but the local fishmonger hasn't c ome up with any yet. Are they all wild caught? Any farm raised? Have seen them touted on Maggie's by Dr Joy Bliss and now you, BD, so trust they must be worth the stop and go traffic on Route 6 to get there?! Been seeing mostly farm raised Blue Points from the local fish monger this summer (from CT, not LI) although had some fresh Thacher Islands at the Wishing Well in Saratoga Springs that were divine.
#1 Green Mtn Punter on 2008-08-05 06:50 (Reply)
Farm-raised, although plenty of wild ones too for the finding.
#2 Bird Dog on 2008-08-05 07:04 (Reply)
I was just touring the Endless Mountains area of Pa on Rt 6 last weekend. A beautiful and overlooked area, thank God. It got me thinking about Rt 6 because I remembered the same Rt 6 going through Westchester from back in my youth. So when I got home I traced the path of Rt 6 and found that it ended at the tip of Cape Cod on the east coast and in Bishop, Ca in the west. That would make a great summer vacation motor tour if someone had the time and money.
#3 sean on 2008-08-05 09:24 (Reply)
I can't understand not living in rural Ohio.

It was always a relief to get back from trips to New England to my native New Jersey, which actually is a garden spot; but New Jersey has too many trees and hills. What you want is only slight and constant slopes at most, and a good view of the horizon never more than a few steps away.

Also the roads are straight except occasionally where there were glacial accidents. New England was probably nice before the glaciers.
#4 Ron Hardin (Link) on 2008-08-05 10:56 (Reply)
Nice before the glaciers! Haha. Nice when tropical Pangaea too.
#4.1 BD on 2008-08-05 14:08 (Reply)
Aunt Sukies! I live just up the road.
#5 DR on 2008-08-05 17:27 (Reply)
No way, dude!
#6 Bird Dog on 2008-08-05 17:43 (Reply)

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