USA: Dreaming, Cape Cod
We started a trip to the East Coast in fine style, sailing with my brother off his home port near Portsmouth, New Hampshire. The boat, a 30′ Alden Priscilla, is a fine example of why fiberglass never should have been invented.
Inevitably I took the helm and relished the feel of the wind on the sails as transmitted through the hull to the tiller.
With a following wind at 10 knots, what more could I ask for?
The next day we made our way south to Cape Cod, to the town of Harwich. Some years ago we found a delightful (and inexpensive, relatively speaking) place to stay, the other side of the road from Allen Harbor.
3) The front of our motel, the Harbor Breeze Inn, is an old house
We had come to the Cape to visit my mom, who lives in Harwich, but we were prepared. My brother gave us a bottle of exquisite wine, and it held a place of honor on our room’s TV shrine.
4) The shrine and the bottle
Alas, only my wife Diana thought it prudent to drink but that’s ok, I can live vicariously when necessary.
Every day we went to the beach. Twice we went with my mother. The first time we parked ourselves at the yacht club, where we saw across the channel the most god-awful plastic contraption, appropriately named Speculator.
5) Speculatively, I’d say the owner is a banker?
Never mind, we hung out in the shade and watched sailboats come in and out of Wychmere Harbor.
6) I’d say this guy was cheating
We returned to the Yacht Club the next evening to see the full moon.
7) Moonrise over the entrance to Saquatucket Harbor
That night even the mosquitoes were respectful.
We also had a picnic at Fort Hill during a blustery day. We decided to stay in the van to eat.
8) A fresh wind in Eastham
Other days were calm and hot. The beach at Harwich Port mirrored the heat and the sky.
9) Sailboats frolic
Our connection to this place is a strong, physical thing, a continuing presence in our hearts.
Cape Cod endures as we hope that we shall, too.
10) Wandering back roads at sunset
PHOTOS BY KIT AND DIANA HERRING