Tag Archives: hair

Cape Cod Day 5…. P’town, sand and a museum.

 

Day 5 of our Cape Cod vacation found us driving to the Outer Cape. About as out as you can get and still be on the Cape actually…

 

p.town

 

Provincetown.

Or P’town as it’s known to the locals.

I’ve heard it’s the place to be in the summer, but it was November and the wall to wall tourists were long gone. Sadly, so was most of the fun as many places were closed for the season. But we managed to have a good time all the same.

As you draw near, you realize it’s unlike other sections of the Cape.

 

IMG_9107

 

John F. Kennedy designated a National Seashore here…

 

IMG_9104

 

And there are miles upon miles of unspoiled beach.

 

IMG_9105

 

As well as some pretty impressive sand dunes along the road.

 

IMG_9109

 

But it was cool, foggy and threatening rain so we kept driving… keeping an eye out for this:

 

IMG_9113

 

Thankfully it’s hard to miss on the skyline. Wanting to climb to the top for the fabulous views, I was unaware of the museum at it’s base.

 

IMG_9110

 

Never one to pass up a museum, we began strolling.

 

IMG_9111 (1)

 

The first thing you notice? Pilgrims.

 

IMG_9114

 

And Pilgrim history. Figuring it was because they landed up the coast at Plymouth… I had to admit I was shocked.

 

IMG_9112

 

Whaaaat? You mean my grade school teachers got it wrong…

And I went all the way to Plymouth to photograph a rock for nothing! Yes ladies and gentlemen, the Pilgrims landed in P’town first. And believe me when I say they take that fact very seriously at the museum.

 

IMG_9115

 

But it wasn’t all Pilgrims.

 

IMG_9116

 

The building was filled with maritime history…

 

IMG_9137

 

And a musk ox, like any good museum should be.

 

IMG_9138

 

There were recreations of a Captain’s ship board quarters…

 

IMG_9117

 

Which aside from the chamber pot, looked pretty comfy.

 

IMG_9118

 

As well as his home on land.

 

IMG_9119

 

There was an antique fire engine…

 

IMG_9120

 

And a wreath made of human hair.

 

IMG_9124

 

Because who doesn’t want one of those hanging on their living room wall?

 

 

There were maps of the Cape..

 

IMG_9123

 

With questionable artwork.

 

IMG_9122

 

Is it me, or is that Griffon in dire need of a Jane Russell 18 hour bra?

 

IMG_9139

 

There was some Arctic expedition fashion…

 

IMG_9141

 

Shoes!

 

IMG_9130

 

Even a rooster hat…

 

IMG_9129

 

And a couple of local celebs who clearly knew how to have a good time.

 

IMG_9128

 

Yes, there was a Mayflower replica…

 

IMG_9131

 

But it was the antique doll collection that made me want to run screaming from the room.

 

IMG_9132

 

Holy Hell, those things are creepy.

 

IMG_9135

 

I mean, come on…

 

IMG_9136

 

You know this one will be feasting on your flesh long before you’re dead.

 

 

Quick…

Find the monument before she gets hungry.

 

IMG_9143

 

 

Cape Cod day 4…. where we search in vain for a lighthouse to explore on Martha’s Vineyard.

 

Who doesn’t love a lighthouse? Raise your hand.

If your hand is up, go sit in the corner while the rest of the nice people enjoy this post.

 

 

We didn’t have any luck exploring the first lighthouse we’d found since it was on private property, but hope springs eternal.

 

IMG_8951

 

Decisions, decisions.

 

IMG_8949

 

East Chop has a  lighthouse?

 

IMG_8952

 

Decision made.

 

IMG_8957

 

Yay!

A lighthouse….

 

IMG_8956

 

Boo… a gate that closed it to the public.

0 for 2, we headed to the next one. We’re nothing if not persistent.

Onward!

 

IMG_8960

 

But apparently not that way.

 

IMG_8961

 

In case you’re wondering? I’ll take that house, right there.

 

 

Oh, alright. I’ll take Idris Elba as well.

So… Gay Head Light.

 

map 16

 

We found it, parked down below and walked through the gate.

 

IMG_8988

 

Then we saw it.

 

IMG_8963

 

It…

And the gate that blocked the entrance to it.

 

IMG_8987

 

May I just say…. WTF Martha’s Vineyard?

Strike 3. Okay, I give up.

 

IMG_8964

 

There it is, a perfectly nice lighthouse.

 

IMG_8983

 

I’m sure it was marvelous inside, not that we’ll ever know.

 

IMG_8969

 

But the views of the Aquinnah Cliffs?

 

IMG_8973

 

Admittedly, pretty wonderful.

Wind?

 

IMG_8979

 

A wee bit.

Goodbye hairdo. Next trip to the Vineyard? I’m wearing a hat and never taking it off.

And because every vacation post must have rocks?

 

IMG_8968

 

Rocks.

Rocks that mark the sight where the lighthouse originally stood.

 

IMG_8978

 

Rocks.

 

IMG_8971

 

Rocks with the late afternoon sun.

You’re welcome.

 

 

Some random photographs….

 

Because sometimes I want to share, and they just don’t rate a blog of their own.

 

IMG_5205

 

A few shots of my local area.

 

IMG_5598

 

I’m blessed to live in such a beautiful state.

 

IMG_6407

 

Top that for sunrise color. I dare ya!

As you’ve probably guessed by now, when we travel…. I take a lot of pictures. The husband is quite patient with me and usually pulls over when I point out the window, squeee! and yell pull over. He never wants to photograph anything, so I had to laugh a few weeks ago when he stopped along side something and asked me to take a picture of it for him.

I did….

 

IMG_5529

 

And am seriously hoping it doesn’t end up in our barn in the near future.

 

IMG_5606

 

This is not what you want to be following during a traffic jam on Route 1. I saw pink hippos in my dreams for many nights after that.

And finally…

Me.

 

IMG_E6186

 

No makeup, just a smile…. and the realization that laying out in the sun this past summer has bleached my hair to the point where I now have dark roots without ever having dyed it.

What the Hell?

 

The Arizona trip…..

(Sorry highlight people, but the vacation vote was 8 to 3 in favor of details and minutia. If that’s not your thing? Check back with me in a month. Maybe longer… it was a helluva trip!)

We started out at zero dead thirty.

img_1994

Yes, that’s 12 minutes after 2 in the morning…. not my finest hour. I’m a chronic insomniac and usually don’t fall asleep before 1:00, so you can imagine how pretty I was leaving for the airport.

img_2002

Delta did their best to make me feel special, but all I felt like was a zombie. (Probably looked like one too.) Did I mention I went for a slight trim before the trip and came back minus 10 inches of hair?

img_1950

It used to be halfway down my back, so on what planet is this a trim? No more ponytail  bad hair days for me. Anyway…

I’m one of those annoying fliers who has to sit by the window and gawk at our world from on high. It never ceases to amaze me…

img_1999

Soaring above big fluffy clouds…

img_2003

And little puffy clouds…

img_2007

And mountains that look like crumpled paper… it never gets old. Airplane magazines however, do. I have to say I never realized their target audience was bald people.

img_2006

Every other ad seemed to be about regrowing hair.

img_2005

Sure, my hair can go to the gym… just leave the rest of me home on the couch and we’ll be fine.

We landed in Atlanta, which is always a zoo…. and I had to laugh at this hotel that was right on the runway.

img_2009

Hell, I complain when I hear cars in the parking lot below my room… who needs a disembarking 747?

img_2010

I’ve never been out west before and was oddly fascinated with the patchwork topography.

img_2017

Crop circles? Or giant Pac Mans…?

img_2024

The mountains meeting the desert was pretty impressive.

img_2028

Phoenix? Not so much. Sorry, but I hate your airport. It’s not laid out well and the fact that your rental cars are miles away which force me to slog my giant stone filled luggage aboard a shuttle bus and sit like a stuffed sardine in cramped seats with a driver who takes pleasure in turning too tightly and seeing all his passengers flung from side to side is not my idea of a good time.

img_2032

But I did get a kick out of Arizona cowboys…

img_2034

Who apparently wear two hats at a time.

Driving out of Phoenix was a traffic nightmare and again, sorry Phoenix… but ugly. Brown, flat and boring. Though they did try to perk it up with some interesting highway rock art.

img_2036

img_2039

img_2040

The overpasses were painted as well…

img_2072

img_2073

So kudos for the beautification attempt Phoenix. Leaving the city made me smile because I spotted my first cactus…

img_2045

I was giddy!

img_2050

For a Yankee girl like me, this is exotic stuff!

img_2058

There were veritable cactus forests springing up alongside the road. Squeeeeee!! This is what I think of when I envision the southwest.

img_2070

That, and scary badass road names.

All too soon the cactus disappeared and things turned brown again.

img_2086

But then…

img_2095

They started to turn red….

img_2093

And I knew we were getting close to Sedona.

img_2094

High tech hair?

 

So I’m an 80’s girl.

I grew up with MTV,  parachute pants and yes…

Big hair.

 

 

Okay, not that big.

But it’s fair to say I went through a considerable amount of hair spray in that decade and did my part to widen the hole in the ozone layer.

Fashions may have changed….

 

34376427041c5cd224ce393d6beb3d3d.jpg

 

But my  naturally curly hair still requires a  vat of industrial adhesive and a trowel  bit of work.

I’m always on the look out for new products and stumbled across this the other day:

 

IMG_8815

 

Helmet Head sounded about right, so I bought it.

But what did Cationic Hydration Interlink mean?

Definition of cationic. 1 : of or relating to cations. 2 : characterized by an active and especially surface-active cation. a cationic dye.

Thanks for nothing Webster.

Wikipedia?

Cationic polymerization is a type of chain growth polymerization in which a cationic initiator transfers charge to a monomer which then becomes reactive. This reactive monomer goes on to react similarly with other monomers to form a polymer.

 

 

Beyond confused, I went to the source.

 

 

g1351798677223035265

 

Proof positive that even the company who produces it has no clue what the heck it is.

Well, you can string a bunch of science terms together and stamp sucker on my forehead, but that’s okay.

 

 

It’s the price we girls pay for looking good.