Cape Cod is lighthouses, sand dunes, boardwalks, and sand fences. It’s shellfish—take your pick: lobster, clams, or scallops—plus cranberries, ice cream cones, and coaster bikes. When you grow up in Arizona, as I did, Cape Cod seems magical. I invoked it when I painted my home a salt-sea gray and again when I planted clambering, pink roses in my gardens. But Emilie Loring finally got me to visit. She lived in Barnstable when she was in her twenties, and I had to go see.
Travel is simple on the Cape. Highway 6 runs its full length with exits for the many villages on the Bay side and the Atlantic. I chose to stay on the Bay side. My ancestor Experience Mitchell crossed Cape Cod Bay on the Anne to land at Plymouth in 1623, a bit of genealogical history that became more real when I could see how that body of water appeared.
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