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Cape Cod Day 4, Edgartown (and because you knew there had to be some…. rocks.)

 

First stop on Martha’s Vineyard?

 

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Edgartown.

 

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A beautiful place to visit…

 

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A nerve wracking place to drive.

 

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The streets are narrow and many of them one way.

 

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Which is charming…. until a delivery truck blocks your only egress.

 

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But let’s get back to beautiful.

 

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Park your car and walk…

 

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Because that’s the only way you’ll discover all the wonderful nooks and crannies in town.

 

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Since we were there in November, off season…

 

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We practically had it all to ourselves.

 

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Full of old world charm…

 

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And coastal breezes…

 

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I highly recommend an extended stroll.

 

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And the required clothing souvenir from the Black Dog.

 

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(Okay, I bought 3… so sue me.)

I could have easily walked and shopped all day but the husband will only tolerate so much of that.

So we headed out.

 

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And drove past mile ….

 

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After mile….

 

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After mile…

 

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Of stone walls.

 

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Seriously, I thought they would never end.

 

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Some houses had them in the front, to the sides and around the back.

 

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Some sections of the road had them lining both sides.

 

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And speaking as someone from Maine, which has it’s own fair share of stone walls…

 

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I must say, this section of the Vineyard put us Mainers to shame.

Cape Cod Day 4….Martha’s Vineyard

 

The forecast for Veteran’s Day was warm and bright so we decided to book passage on the Steamship Authority’s car ferry over to the Vineyard. This is something I’ve always wanted to do and I was tickled pink. Having no idea where, how much, or when…. we dropped by the ticketing office the night before and were rewarded with these –

 

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Free tickets for the husband.

How sweet was that?

 

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We reserved a spot on the 9:30am ferry from Woods Hole and were told to arrive half an hour before departure. Ever the type A personality, I made sure we were there 45 minutes prior and as soon as we pulled up, they pointed us towards the 8:15 freight trip and boom!

We were on board.

 

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With a giant load of Christmas trees.

 

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Being used to small Maine island ferries, I was amazed at how large these ships were.

 

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And how clean, and how spacious, and what great views they afforded.

 

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We happily roamed around taking pictures…

 

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And found a snack bar!

 

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Okay…. it wasn’t open off season, but still. If you want a snack on a Maine ferry? You better dig in your purse for that crushed pack of Nabs from 2003.

And then, before we knew it….

 

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We were there.

 

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Approaching Vineyard Haven.

 

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And yes, it was just as beautiful and quintessentially coastal New England as you would imagine.

 

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Here’s another ferry getting ready to depart, so you can see how large they are.

 

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We had booked an 8:30pm trip back, so we arrived ready to spend the whole day exploring.

 

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Of course none of the tourist information kiosks were open this time of year and we had no utter clue where we were going. ( I didn’t find this map until we were ready to leave.)

So we just drove.

 

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Past weather beaten waterfront homes…

 

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And homes…

 

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That had their own private lighthouses.

 

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How cool is that?

 

Cape Cod, Day 2… Hyannis, JFK socks and creative pooper scooping.

 

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As many of you probably know, John F. Kennedy’s family’s compound is in Hyannis… and when you’re there it’s pretty hard to escape the fact. Streets, housing developments, restaurants…. they’re all named for some part of the Kennedy legacy. So we said if you can’t beat em, join em….. and visited the JFK museum.

 

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Unfortunately it was under construction when we visited…

 

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So there won’t be any good exterior shots…

 

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Or good interior shots for that matter because photography was prohibited. I’m not really sure why, as there were very few vintage artifacts to flash damage. And to be honest, the whole place was disappointing. It consisted of multiple rooms filled with large photos, prints and news clippings that I could have just easily researched online. From my couch, in my pajamas.  The real museum is in Boston… so my advice? Skip this one and drive to beantown.

Unless you’re in desperate need of some  presidential socks…

 

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Which I bootlegged a picture of.

Since it was a beautiful day, we strolled to the harbor next.

 

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Where the husband made friends with a seagull..

 

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Who didn’t seem too pleased with the rules.

 

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Being off season and November, the art shanties were vacant…

 

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But it must be wonderful to walk there in the summer and watch local artists at work.

 

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This time of year the harbor was home to charter and fishing boats.

 

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As most of the tourists have fled for warmer ports.

 

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But it was a pretty spot to watch the ferry come in from Martha’s Vineyard.

 

 

And enjoy the day.

 

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Unless you’re a dog walker….

 

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Who apparently have to follow closely behind their pets and strategically aim a saucepan at Fido’s butt.

Good times.

 

 

 

The post in which River goes to a Lobster Festival but can’t eat lobster.

 

The following is proof that my husband can inflict cruel and unusual punishment.

It happened at The 72nd Maine Lobster Festival in Rockland, Maine.

We lucked out and found a parking spot close to the festival, and it was across the street from the Trade Winds resort where I spotted the first lobster.

 

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Although it looked more like a demented crawfish…

 

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The stupid thing had teeth!

This did not bode well for the day….

 

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But the weather was perfect…

 

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And we were near the ocean.

It doesn’t get much better than that…

 

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Or does it?

Aaarrgghh!

There be Pirates.

 

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Pirates on the boats…

 

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Pirates on the piers…

 

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Basically, there were pirates everywhere.

 

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And as much as I tried to avoid it?

 

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There was lobster.

Mocking me and my damned allergy.

 

 

World’s Largest Lobster cooker?

 

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Yup… that too.

 

 

We passed lobster rolls, lobster stew, lobster quesadillas, lobster mac and cheese, lobster chowder, lobster Caesar salad, lobster wontons, even lobster risotto balls….

And then there was this:

 

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Me…. sitting in a tent, surrounded by people eating lobster.

 

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I had to sit and watch my husband as he oohed and ahhed over every last sweet, fresh from the water, dripping in melted butter, bite.

Cruel and unusual to be sure.

 

 

It wasn’t easy.

I tried to find solace in a crabmeat roll…

 

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And the required  I’m at a street festival and have to eat the junkiest, highest calorie  thing I can find  fried dough.

 

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It was good… but it wasn’t lobster.

Cursing my treacherous body,  I pulled up my big girl panties and soldiered on.

 

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We strolled through the art show…

 

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And into the lobster trap lined entrance to the craft show.

 

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Where the husband bought organic natural honey…

 

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And we saw a buoy that believed size does matter….

 

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There was another tent filled with lobster eaters…

 

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And King Neptune….

 

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Who looked a little lost.

 

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The King is quite popular at the festival….

 

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And people line up for photos whenever he walks by.

 

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My lobster-less belly aside, it was a fun day.

 

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And Rockland is a fun town.

Although I have to admit, the children do look a little….

Off.

 

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Do you like lobster?

 

 

I love it.

(But I live in Maine… I think it’s mandatory for citizenship.)

When we lived down south I missed lobster. So when we came home on vacation? I had lobster omelettes for breakfast, lobster rolls for lunch, lobster quesadillas for bar appetizers and lobster chowders with baked stuffed lobster for dinner.

 

 

Picnic? Lobster salad.

Day at the beach? Lobster bake.

We’re pretty lobster-centric in these parts.

 

 

Which made it hard for me when I came up allergic to the glorious crustacean about 7 years ago and could no longer eat it without becoming violently ill.

Yeah.

No more of this –

 

 

Or this –

 

 

Which makes me want to do this –

 

 

I’m teased by lobster at every turn living here.

There are festivals devoted to lobster.

 

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Lobster parades.

 

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And lobster boat races.

 

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My husband orders lobster for dinner and eats it in front of me.

 

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We go to  motorcycle rallies where they serve endless streams of lobster.

 

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Every friend who visits from out of state wants to don silly bibs and eat lobster.

 

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It kills me. Each and every time….

But now?

There’s a restaurant we pass on our way up the coast that’s really rubbing my nose in it.

 

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And that’s just….

 

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Wrong.

 

 

Sunshine Blogger Award

 

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With thanks to  Nowhere Tribune  for the nomination.

He thinks my posts are fun…

So there!

 

 

Rules:

Thank the Blogger that nominated you.

Answer the questions.

Nominate new blogs to receive the award and in this case, ask them to list 5 to 10 random facts about themselves.

List the rules and display the Sunshine Blogger Award in your post/or blog.

Notify the nominees about it by commenting on their blog post.

 

Since my normal blogs are already filled with completely useless, random tidbits of my life this might be a challenge…. but I’ll give it a whirl.

 

1.   I can’t tolerate nuts in any form. Don’t hide them in my salad or ruin my ice cream with those nasty little things. And if you come near me eating peanut butter? I will don my gas mask and cover you in Febreze … blech!

 

 

2.    If I step in or on a boat…. and it moves? That boat is too small. I may live in Maine, surrounded by water, but I’ve been dumped in the ocean  (lake, river, etc.)  by too many canoes and punts in the past to venture out on anything tiny ever again.  Uh uh. In my 50’s? It’s all about holding on to my margarita while boating. Kayaks need not apply.

 

 

3.   In my teens, I snuck into a night club through a rest room window. No one was in the stall at the time… and thankfully, it was the ladies room. But I landed head first on the toilet and that’s never good.

 

 

4.  I have the feet of a 90 year old woman. People say I don’t look like my mother, but I sure as hell inherited her deformed feet. Bunions, the beginning of hammer toes…. I’m prematurely geriatric from the ankles down and a podiatrist’s wet dream.

 

 

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5.   As I child I never got to act in the class plays. While my friends were Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz? Or Betsy Ross on Independence Day? I was the narrator because I was always the only kid who could read quickly and correctly without missing a beat. Not nearly as much fun, but at least I didn’t have to memorize anything….

 

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Okay, he wins.

Grass is worse than narrator any ole day.

So there you have it, 5 randomly ridiculous things you might not have known about me.

Huzzah! Your life is complete.

 

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Of course having to nominate only 5 people off the long list of fabulous blogs I follow is the worst part…

I love you all equally. But rules are rules.

My 5 –

Angel Who Swears  because she is snark incarnate and I admire that in a person.

Wayward Sparkles  because she always makes me laugh, and sometimes snort.

The Rebel Fish  because I haven’t been able to figure out how Tim’s mind works yet, but I’m sure there’s an aardvark scrambling around in there somewhere.

Actual Conversations With My Husband  because she’s a little bent, and eavesdropping on their conversations is an absolute hoot.

Go Jules Go  because sharing the crazy journey she calls life is a rollicking good ride.

 

So if you want to play along, tell us 5 things we don’t already know about you.

And if you could care less?

I get it. Feel free to ignore me…

It won’t be the first time.