An Afternoon Trip to Onset

One afternoon I had a sudden urge to go to Onset and walk around, since it has been a long time since I went down there.  

Great pizza and subs! 

 Lots of people getting some rays.

I love this place.  It's huge.

Stone Bridge Marina.

Great architecture and I love the cute homes but they are just way too close to each other.

Pink house with flamingoes.  I'm not sure if this was a private home or a B&B.

Those are pink flamingos hanging above the porch rail.

Marigolds.  Fall is here.

Monomoy Island Excursions, Part 3

Even more seals!!!  

So much sand on the bottom that the water is very clear.  It looks tropical but make no mistake, it's very cold.

Started the trip back at high speed, barreling towards the Atlantic.  I was still in the bow and I admit to a little nervousness at hitting those waves head on.

This was the only shot I could get once we were on the ocean side because the waves were choppy and the boat was going really super fast and just flying up and down off the waves.  I was whoo hooing...couldn't help but let out a whoop on a ride like that.  

I had hoped for a shark sighting but alas, not this day.  Although we did see the shark spotter plane flying overhead.  It's marked not to swim anywhere in Chatham but people do it anyway.

On the way back, we detoured into Stage Harbor real quick.

The tour guide said that this hasn't functioned as a lighthouse in many, many years, and was purchased for pennies on the dollar by someone who uses it for their summer home.  There is no electricity and only an outhouse for facilities.  Up to that point I was thinking how cool it would be to live in that place, but sorry, not without plumbing.  Princess needs I need a real indoor bathroom and electricity. And internet access.  

On the way back into Saquatucket Harbor, we passed this guy using a bullrake to dig for quahogs.  Russell has one of these rakes and the thing weighs a ton empty and it's also super long and unwieldy.  It's damn hard work what this fisherman is doing.  Part of the charm of Cape Cod is that fishing, shellfishing and lobstering are still done.  These are all working ports, wharves and marinas with a way of life that dates back centuries in families that have been here just as long.

90 minutes later, headed back into port.

I was utterly thrilled to get some close up shots of osprey!  Early settlers misidentified them in my part of the Cape and that's why my town and the body of water outside the Canal are called Buzzards Bay instead of Osprey Bay.

This is also known as a seahawk, from which the team took it's name.

Gorgeous birds.

Highly recommend this tour.  Next time I book, I want to do the South Monomoy Lighthouse trip!!

The Clydesdales Come to BBay!

Continuing on with this summer packed with fun events, the famous Budweiser Clydesdales came to Buzzards Bay for a few days at the end of August.  I assumed they came all the way from St. Louis but then I heard they were from New Hampshire.

I actually lucked out big time and walked down there on the Tuesday afternoon when they arrived, and got to see them taken off the trucks.

They were inside munching away, while the stalls were set up under a huge tent in the park.

Oh HAI!

"Here comes the king, here comes the big number one..."  The commercial was playing on a continuous loop in the tent and was stuck in my head all week.   

Bridge reflected in the truck's chrome.

I thought, and had hoped, that this was a murmuration but the birds split up and went in separate directions after I shot this.

Their fuzzy feet are the size of dinner plates.

These are some big horses.

I can't even imagine getting stepped on by those hooves, much less kicked.

10 stalls were set up inside the tent.  We had a run of sunny but cool weather so it was the perfect temp inside. 

Derp.

Here come a few more!

That's Buddy the dalmation.  These dogs were traditionally used to guard the horses when drivers were making their wagon deliveries.  He rides on the wagon seat with the drivers.  Unfortunately, although a couple of hitched demonstrations were given with the wagon, which went down Main Street and also participated in a small parade in Sandwich, I was unable to get downtown for it.

All the horses are male and they all have names.

I went down to see them a few times, even though I missed the hitch.

The last day they were in town, Sheila & Joey came down from Orleans so we got together to visit the horses, and grab some food and ice cream.  

Thank you Budweiser! "When you say Bud, you've said it all!"