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Cape Cod Love Letter

Cape Cod Love Letter
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cape-cod-dtWe are Cape people.

Every year, for about the past 20, we’ve returned for a week to a shabby cabin with a galley kitchen, lousy TV reception, and a deck with the proverbial “distant water view” of Wellfleet Harbor. Like the bobolinks that return each year from South America to their favorite New England hayfield, we keep coming back to this crook of fragile land, where the biggest decision of the day is: Bayside or ocean?

It’s not lack of imagination — or an aversion to culture — that brings us back year after year. It’s the reduction of all things, for a few days anyway, to the elements: light, air, water. And, above all, it’s the notion that vacation shouldn’t be such hard work. There’s a lazy comfort to our routine, the bones of which we lay out on the long ride from pike to bridge: Which night to head to Provincetown? Which to the drive-in? What day for the flea market? When we arrive at the Orleans rotary, I have my Stop & Shop deli order ready, the Cape’s being the only location on the planet where we actually eat olive loaf.

I could tell you where our favorite beach is, but then I’d have to kill you.

We discovered it many years ago, and let’s just say it’s a bit of a schlep, tucked away into grassy dunes and a brilliant green salt marsh on Cape Cod Bay. Its isolation and streaks of rockiness make it a less-traveled, more sedate counterpart to the oceanside beaches. Over the years we’ve watched its contours change, one dune waxing as another wanes. One year the skeleton of a hardtop road appears in the striation of a dune; the next it’s gone.

A few years ago we returned to find the place transformed by the previous winter, which had wreaked havoc on the Cape — its pebbly stretches smoothed over by a luxurious sweep of sand. The life cycle of a beach: one more thing to ponder as, nearly alone, we swish-swash a half mile out through knee-deep, diamond-dancing water to bask like seals on a sandbar.

That’s one thing that can still surprise you about the Cape: Despite its image as a crowded, touristy place, you can still find a solitary landscape, just as Henry Beston did when he built his “Fo’castle,” the little dune shack near what’s now Coast Guard Beach, the shack that became the setting for The Outermost House, his Cape Cod classic. Much of this solitude is thanks to the 44,000-acre Cape Cod National Seashore, a modern wonder of the world, and the other preserves that keep the Cape from being paved over.

Several years ago, in a rare outbreak of ambition, I bought a book called In the Footsteps of Thoreau: 25 Historic & Nature Walks on Cape Cod, by Adam Gamble, and each year we try a different hike, duly making notes about each one. Each has taken us into the Cape’s remarkable wild side: bold bluffs blanketed with wildflowers, the ruins of old farms, spectacular views of the ocean. One year we explored Pilgrim Spring, said to be the spot where the settlers of 1620 discovered the first fresh drinking water in their new land. Last summer we discovered the village-like streets of Provincetown’s West End and explored the beech forest in the Province Lands, on the Cape’s outer tip.

Often enough, though, there’s magic even in the crowded places. OK, maybe not in the Saturday morning traffic jams or the beach parking lots. But is there anything more fun than the kooky parade of humanity that makes its way up Commercial Street in Provincetown on a warm evening? Is there a finer summer moment than your first day out, when you’re standing at the top of the stairs at, say, the Marconi Station platform or Nauset Light, and you catch your first glimpse of the beach below — a sandy grand boulevard with a cast of tiny thousands, dotted with beach umbrellas like toy tops?

Please Note: This article was accurate at the time of publication. When planning a trip, please confirm details by directly contacting any company or establishment you intend to visit.

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One Response to Cape Cod Love Letter

  1. Rainbowtraveler August 7, 2014 at 4:40 pm #

    You couldn’t have better expressed our sentiments. We have our Stop n Shop list in hand. We leave in a month. :)

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