On Friday I stopped at Onset Beach on my way from Pinewoods
to my camp ground in Rochester. I didn't find it with technology - I just drove until it appeared.
It's a nice little coastal town, with what I think of as a "city beach": only about 25 yards deep, with a
road following along and nice houses on the other side of the road.
What was a surprise to me was the islands in the channel that held four or six houses, and
required boat access to get to the mainland. Interesting way to live. I wonder what they do
in the winter? Use snowmobiles?
The camp ground (Outdoor World Gateway to the Cape) was fine, since I only wanted
it as a place to sleep and bathe. Nice folks, wireless internet (at a daily cost), clean bathrooms -
yep, quite sufficient. The only story from there was the little brown snake that poked its head
out from behind the door of the laundry room when I entered. We did a short stare-down and
then he retreated. My understanding of snakes is small, but so was his head, so I wasn't really
worried, but I was glad not to see him again!
On Friday night I did some research to decide how to spend my Saturday. There was
so much to choose from... but I decided to spend money on gas instead of entry or ferry fees, so
first I drove to the Coast Guard beach. It was perfect.
A tradition in my family is to write the names of the people you are thinking about in the sand,
so that when the wave comes along and wipes it out, your thoughts are sent along. Here are some
of the names I wrote, before my big toe got too sore to write more.
After hours of walking the beach,
I realized I had time to drive on to Race Point to watch the sun set over the water.
I took too many photos and then turned around to walk back
to the parking lot, only to see the moon rising over the dune.
- Saturday was cloudy, but the locals assured me it wouldn't rain. (They were right.)
I decided to stay closer to home-base, and needed a flat place to walk since my bad knee was complaining
after the long sand-walking on Friday, so I spent a long time walking along the Cape Cod Canal.
One of the sailboats that glided past reminded me of my only sailing trip, taken with a group of friends from MITRE.
I knew I'd scanned in photos from that trip and will share them here for the amusement
of folks who didn't know me back then :-)
That afternoon I enjoyed strolling Scusett Beach, which is the bay end of the
Cape Cod Canal.
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