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The name Cape Cod easily rolls off the tongue and is a fitting name for this destination-oriented land mass off the coast of Massachusetts. First discovered by Norse Voyages in and around 985 - 1025 AD and inhabited by Native Americans. It is said that Leif Eriksson landed there in 1007 AD when the keel of his ship needed repair. In 1524 Giovanni da Verrazano landed their and named Martha’s Vineyard Claudia who was the wife of Claude of France. Finally, in 1602 Bartholomew Gosnold named the tip Cape Cod due to the abundance of Cod fish in the surrounding waters and renamed Claudia, Martha’s Vineyard, after his deceased daughter.
So now that you have a bit of history it is time for our take. First the name, Cape Cod has such an overwhelming array of fish and shellfish available it could have easily been named Cape Fish. Yes, you are saying that is a lousy name and just let Cape Cod stand. Done deal, no name change. Unless you are not a fish eater there is no way you can go to the Cape and not indulge or at least have a cup of chowda and a lobsta roll. There are roadside seafood stands and restaurants all over the place, each one claiming “best seafood on the Cape”. Ya gotta wonder if there is a little self-voting going on, but who really cares. If it’s good, it’s good. The drive in was pretty easy with not too much traffic and the RV park we stayed at was in a great location in South Dennis which is considered Mid-Cape just inland from Yarmouth. Our son, daughter-in-law and their new puppy Moose joined us for our stay. It was fun hanging and exploring together. Quality family time is always a blessing. Moose had a great time doing his puppy stuff and with the super good weather enjoyed a lot of outdoor play time. Last year we got a lifetime National Park Pass and handily used it on the Cape when we went to the National Seashore. We found a dog friendly area and had a nice day on the beach. Janet and I, being former sailors and on-going cruisers, love being on the water but are not fond of hanging on the beach. We did have a very relaxing day enjoying the cool breeze and bright sun. We did not venture into the water as it was a brisk 62*f. Moose got his paws wet and decided it was a bit too cold for him as well. The Cape is a breeding and feeding ground for Great White sharks due to the large grey seal population. No, Great Whites do not like hanging with the seals, they love eating them. A hefty food supply is just what brings them in just like the delectable array of fish brings in the tourists. There were a number of close to shore sightings while we were on the Cape and many of the beaches closed for an hour or so until the Great White threat cleared. The closest one we heard about was 40 yards off the beach we were on the day before. The thought did cross our minds that we preferred to eat lunch rather than be lunch. Janet and I had been to the Cape many years ago and our expectations were seeing lots of small fishing villages with grey shake siding buildings and the sound of gulls filling the air. Either we were never in the right places or that image does not exist or is long gone. Needless to say, we were a little disappointed. Now, we are not saying our expectations were shattered, just that the expected charm was not there. Hey, different strokes for different folks. We most certainly would love to come back to Cape Fish, oops, we mean Cape Cod again. Next time for a much longer stay to give us a chance for more in depth exploring. So, after a month in Massachusetts our stay here, thanks to our dear friend Terry’s brother for providing a lake front view for our rolling home, is drawing to a close. We will hold lots of fond memories of the places visited in this great state and most of all our kids, family and friends who we got to spend time with. Our adventure continues, next stop, the Catskills and the site of the Woodstock Festival in 1969 for a few weeks. Janet and I are so excited because we both worked in a Borscht Belt hotel in the area back then and had some great times. It will give us a chance to re-live some of those memories and we will, “Finally get to Woodstock”. Far out, peace and love.
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