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We enjoyed Cape Cod so much in 2012, all eight of us went back again this year.

Susie's smartphone literally hit the pavement in Boston, and we didn't get a replacement until just before Father's Day dinner in Hyannis. The following morning I got my camera back and set out to record the Cape I recalled from all my many visits in the past - and living in Wellfleet when I was four. When we lived in Wellfleet many years ago, my father would stand on the "backshore" (Atlantic), point straight out, and say: "There's nothing but ocean between here and Spain." Lieutenant's Island is separated from the mainland by a salt marsh at least as long as a football field. Until fairly recently there was a wonderful old rickety bridge that spanned the entire marsh. I tried it once, a heart-stopping experience. But when we went back this year, the old bridge had clearly bit the dust, to be replaced by nothing more than the sturdy structure seen above, which crosses the marsh's main tidal channel. If you take a good look at the road, you will see that it shows signs of being covered by water at each high tide - we see not only puddles but a beat-up road that looks as if it floods twice a day! Clearly, residents of the island had to give up convenience in order to build a replacement bridge they could afford.

And a fond farewell to one of my most favorite places on earth.
Hope we make it back next year.



Posted by Grace at 8:51 AM