Yes, I have sand in the car. So what?

Cape Cod Notebook Episode by Mary Bergman

To arrive at the Bank Street beach in Harwich Port, one must pass through its small windblown parking lot, a trip made dozens of times in my youthful race to the water’s edge.

Now that the peninsula is filled to the brim once again, if you take a hike along the beautiful shore between high and low tides, beyond the confines of a public beach, be sure you have one of three things with you, or risk arrest for trespassing: A fishing rod, a gun, or a boat.

Flea markets are where lazy people go when they want to go yard-sale-ing.No driving all over the place or trying to find parking in some snotty residential area that frowns on yard sales.

We are past the solstice, and I am trying not to get too down about it. The fog that rolls in each night is a welcome break from the heat.

July is coming quickly, so it’s almost time for my gardening motivation to go into hibernation.

Isn’t everything we make temporary in the grand scheme of things? My day to day work is to promote historic preservation on Nantucket. We talk about preserving things in perpetuity. But on an eroding pile of sand, perpetuity is a relative term.

One of the most beautiful spots in Wellfleet, or for that matter, on the entire Lower Cape, is Old Wharf Road. It is one of those headlands that, along with Indian Neck and Lieutenant’s Island, thrust out into greater Wellfleet Harbor.