Across Cape Cod Bay
to
Provincetown





MONDAY

There had been a great deal of rain in the night. I had looked at the Weather Channel about 3:00 a.m. and was assured that the sky would clear. The storms had picked up speed and were moving off the coast. I went back to sleep thinking that perhaps Capt John would sail after all.
In the morning I found an 18k gold and diamond bracelet in the parking lot of the Inn. I have a photo of it still in the camera. It has been safely put aside until someone claims it. The desk manager believes it may belong to someone in a wedding party from the week before.

I dressed in the Stetson Reunion, Norwell MA, 2001 t-shirt that I had made at home.


I had a good breakfast at Newport Creamery and remembered to take BONINE for seasickness. I arrived at the pier in Plymouth at 9:15. They already had enough people for the ferry. I found a good seat on top just as the sun was coming out and the engines were starting to rev. I called home to let them know I was going across Cape Cod Bay.


I moved to the bow of the boat as soon as I could. The captain said we would be doing 27 MPH when we were in the clear. I wanted the wind in my face and to be able to look in the water, so I stood for most of the trip as close to the bow as possible. The captain had warned that we would loose any hats we were wearing, so I attached my cap with the ball chain that was holding my spare keys around my neck. When the wind blew my cap off, it was held very nicely by this chain. This tidbit reminds me that I used almost every item of clothing or equipment that I took with me. No light packing allowed if I get to go again next summer.


Fog had not yet left the harbor. I hope to have a good shot of a lighthouse shrouded in fog. The whole area was really beautiful.

Darlene, Ronald, Pat noticed my t-shirt because they live in Hanover right next to Norwell.
Pat was in the Navy in WW 11. She has much in common with Mummy.
They were going to the Lobster Pot for lunch.
Darlene had ordered custom made sandals, Ronald--a retread. Where?
Mopeds were outlawed for rentals about 2 years ago, so I was not able to rent one to travel around P-town.
Cape Cod licence plates at Traders Village at 220 Commercial St. The proof I need to see during the winter to remind me that I got this far.
Shops are cute, people are strange, but you can remain anonymous.
Tiny European style streets. If you drove here, you could not park.
After walking back from P-town Bike Rentals, I had some lunch at Central House Bar + Grille on the porch.

Fanizzi's by the Sea 539 Commercial St. Great Chocolate Bread Pudding
I had a chance for a rest and two enormous glasses of iced tea. This is a very pleasant place, and they don't seem to advertise. It must be a local attraction. If I were to return, I would eat here again. It gets you completely away from the crowd. They have a porch looking over the water, or you can sit further inside.
Dick, the bartender, chased me down the street because I had left the phone bag on the stool beside me when I left.

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This is the 180o view from the beach at Fanizzi's across Cape Cod Bay to the right where you can see the Pilgrim Monument tower and the wharf.
The rain and fog from earlier in the morning are still moving away from land. I am sorry that I do not know enough Photoshop to stitch these photos together properly.



I headed back in enough time to catch the ferry back to Plymouth. We all settled down for the ride so that we could rest our feet. Pat took a nap, and Darlene, Ron, and I exchanged stories of the visit. Once out of port we were able to purchase drinks. A glass of wine seemed like a good idea, but the boat lurched and mine ended up on me.


This is the view of Plymouth Harbor from the ferry.

We had all had a wonderful time wandering around. Darlene called me aside when we were about 15 minutes out of Plymouth and asked me whether I would come to Hanover and spend the night with them so that they could take me to see the Stetson House down the street from them. I had told them that I had been given directions for the house, but I had not been able to find it. "I'm so surprised. You don't even know me." And Pat said, "Oh, yes we do. We've known you for a whole day." I was really overwhelmed. They are fond of the little yellow house. I was sorry that I had to decline the invitation. Next year, if I go again, I will visit them.

I waved goodbye to them and headed out toward Mystic CT at 6:00. A shortcut proved frustrating, and I did not reach Providence until about 9:00. I stopped for a rest and coffee because I was starting to doze at the wheel. This was the first time I had been tired during the whole trip.
After coffee, I managed to get lost at Brown University. The more I drove, the further I got from I-95. I saw a police car parked at the side of the road in a residential section. I approached him and told him that I was lost. He insisted, "Oh, you can't be lost. Rhode Island is too small!"

I settled in at the Howard Johnson's rather late that night after having a swim after 10:00. I stopped at Mystic Pizza in the morning and left my film to be developed at Mystic Color Lab. It was a shame I had to leave, but I wanted to get home by dinner. In all, the trip was 1148 miles. I would love to do it again next year.


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