The Cape Cod National Seashore breaks here at Nauset Harbor. Behind us, to the north across the inlet, was the site of Henry Beston’s ‘Outermost House,’ and in between lay the promise of large fish. Unfortunately on this day in October 2008, it was only the promise. It was a 3-mile hike round-trip in the sand to get there, and it was worth every step.
(2008)
(2008)
This place sits on the little side street that runs along railroad tracks. I had no clue what lay behind those doors, but it looked naughty. (2007)
(2007)
Even at this hour, the tropical heat will leave you drenched. Soon the small fishing boats will arrive, giving way to the tourist boats that course up and down this vein that cuts through the city-state, revealing a quilting of old stucco and soaring glass. (2007)
Driving in a foreign country heightens the experience. I drove the family’s Renault minivan, pulling over every 15 miles or so to wait, while my wife and her parents attacked the mountains on their bikes. Bicyclists are given the right of way on France’s mountain roads, perhaps because it’s understood they’re attempting a fair fight. (2007)
(2007)
The usual drill is to wait for the rainy day that always comes. Let the fishing rod and muscles rest. Arrive around 10 a.m. It’s a shot-and-beer bar, and by noon you’re ready to wander Commercial Street. (2006)