We are such Maine-aholics that we never think of going anywhere else. We even head north instinctively when we just want to go to the beach. We go to Wingaersheek in Gloucester, or Plum Island in Newburyport, even though the water is warmer down south. We've been missing out on a lot.
After I remembered that Route 6A is the place to be, we loved it. The old-fashioned, casual charm I used to love is still there, and we happily admired scenery, houses, and little towns as we cruised along.
We ate foot-longs and fries at Cobies in Brewster, and then headed to Wellfleet. We walked from town to the harbor and the beach, and we waded in. Some photos:
Wetlands as far as you can see. We were surprised by all the
big-box stores and shopping centers along the ocean side
of the Cape, but the bay side is not so developed.
Charming houses; very few are big and ostentatious,
at least where we were drove and wandered.
A "cape" never looks as perfect anywhere else as it does on Cape Cod.
Now, why would that be?
An amazing tree. Not all the big trees survived Irene.
We saw several old ones pulled up from the roots.
We drove home in the late afternoon after a couple of stops for cones. We'll definitely go back for an afternoon on a beach along the bay; a walk along the National Seashore; more delicious, unwholesome food from Cobies; a tour of the galleries in Provincetown....
Wait — don't tell me it's Labor Day already?