Gone Fishin'


I'm not actively blogging here anymore. But if you got here because you were searching for something about bikes, you might want to check out my latest project, Vermont Goldsprints. In summer of 2014, I bought a used goldsprints racing setup and have made it a mission to get more bikes in more people's faces by putting on fun races in unexpected places. Come join me!


More on Labor Day

As promised, some more words on our weekend on Cape Cod:

Kate and I took off after work on the Friday of Labor Day Weekend, flying down the interstate as we made our way south and east to Cape Cod.  We are both used to driving Montana distances now, so the first couple of rural hours from Burlington to Concord flew by, as we watched the hillsides cut by pavement and retraced by the dirt road crossings through innumerable bridges.  We passed through Boston in darkness, the Zakim bridge spooning us handily into the tunnel and spitting us out the other side.  We got to the Cape by 11:30 or so.

Saturday broke rainy and cool.  We relaxed around a great breakfast prepared by Marci (Kate's mom) and took off to meet our friend Katie in Orleans.  Katie took some time from her day's project (packing for a move to Boston for grad school) to meet us at the Hot Chocolate Sparrow for coffee and then a walk through the red maple swamp at Fort Hill on the National Seashore.  The swamp walk is all decked and railed, and then opens on to the wild dunes and a great boulder, a "sharpening stone" worn smooth by centuries of knives and ax blades.

We returned home to a great dinner.  Marci had created some six quiches, redolent with homegrown tomatoes, asparagus and excellent cheese.

Sunday morning came with a breath of salt air through the bedroom window and a bright clear sky.  We ate and hopped on the road bikes, headed back to Orleans.  Eleven miles later, there we were, meeting up with Ben, who rented a bike there to ride the next section with us. We took the bike path to its terminus at Lecount Hollow in Wellfleet, then continued along the shore to Cahoon Hollow Beach, home of the Wellfleet Beachcomber.  We turned around there.  Back to Orleans, where Ben dropped off his bike and Kate caught a ride back home, while I pounded out the last eleven of the 52 miles I rode that day.

What awaited us in Yarmouth?  Chocolate croissants, warm from the oven and constructed of the most perfect dough I've ever seen.  All the way home, though I had been dreaming about getting back to that sparkling beach and waves we had seen on our ride.  Marci wanted to take us for a tour of her garden, but we plied her with offers of onion rings at Liam's, and thus were on our way to Nauset Beach.

Onions at Liam's are sliced finely, dredged in four and spices, and fried quickly until just golden. It's not right to eat them anywhere you can't have your toes in the sand.  We did exactly that.  The people watching as the masses made their way off the beach was excellent.  I did a little skimboarding later on.  The light was golden and perfect, so I took a few pictures, too.

The sun sets in the dunes behind you at Nauset.  There are a few perfect minutes, when you can stand in the shade while the water and waves stay illuminated and golden, but before it gets cold and the mosquitoes descend.  We were there for that.  The tide was really low, so it was a rare opportunity to do some flat water skimming at Nauset,  Just as well, too, since the waves were only about knee high.

We returned home, I'm sure to another amazing dinner and to finish off the croissants.  Monday took us out to Bass River for coffee with Ben, and then we were on the road with everybody else, leaving the Cape for the summer, with full bellies, sore legs, and salt in our hair.