Showing posts with label Duxbury. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Duxbury. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Pre-Jose Surf Check


With Hurricane Jose lurking offshore, we went to a few beaches to see what's what. We met the Weather Warrior up by Bert's in Plymouth.

Plymouth is a big town, so we also stopped at The Lobster Pound in Manomet.

Manomet needs a little off the top, so to speak.

The Tropical Storm Warnings are no longer applying to the South Shore.

"I am a rock, I am an iiiiiiisland."

I had to crawl down on the rocks to get better shots than the lazy NECN people in the van.


It looks very menacing if I zoom in, but this wave was about 18" high.

See?

Things will probably be a bit more perky tomorrow.


From Plymouth, we then headed to Duxbury. Duxbury was a bit far north for storm waves, but we may return there, so it's good to have some BEFORE pictures.


Duxbury Beach was fixin' to get angry, but it wasn't quite there yet.


Two of those equals Steve's house, no joke... that one has a better roof.

My camera levels well if I have a 1700 foot flat level thing to aim at... three or four times.

Whenever I look at this bridge- and  grew up in Duxbury- I always wonder what Evel Knevil would do with it. Eventually, you realize that nothing could top putting a ramp at the beach end and jumping the shark off of it. It worked for Fonzie, although the term lives in infamy.

There's no way Jose that a puny tropical storm was gonna keep ol' Poop Deck Pappy here from his appointed fish. I'm not picking on PDP, he's way cooler than I am and is most likely having a nice striper filet as we speak.

There would be a certain irony to being killed by a wind-blown lifeguard stand, sort of  the anti-Hasselhoff. Not a worry in Duxbury, though... they tip that ish over.

Best wave I saw in Duxbury, hoping Thursday will be better.

Why I never jog in the dark on Duxbury Beach... OK, that and 300000 Newports.


We actually started in Fairhaven, but we'll end up there now to give this article a snake-draft feel.

New moon high tide, should be fun tomorrow. We'll be out there somewhere...

Tuesday, September 12, 2017

Cape Cod's Silly Season


"Silly Season" means different things to different people. Most Englishmen and many Americans use it in media to describe slow summer news seasons where frivolous stories come out. The English also call it "Cucumber Season," which is why we always prevail against England when we fight them.

It is also used in the world of sports, especially in NASCAR, to describe a period outside of the traditional season. That's where we're heading today, we're just talking about a regional economy instead of Dale Junior.

Fans of the film  Jaws will recall Mayor Vaughn attempting to talk some "sense" into Hooper and Brody at various times in the movie. "Amity is a summer town, we need summer dollars." Without those summer dollars, people in Amity would, as Quint so graciously put it, "be on the welfare all winter."

They are describing Cape Cod to a T in that movie. Cape Cod is very far from any cities or airports or- amazingly- large commercial harbors that stimulate revenue. We have some businesses, but it doesn't make sense logistically to base a national business here. From November to April, we're not far from how PJ O'Rourke described the collapsing Soviet Union's economy... "Everyone selling coffee and cigarettes back and forth to each other."

"15% of our sales are to California, another 25% goes to Asia... let's put the factory as far away from those people as possible!" is a conversation that only happens in movies where evil rich people are shutting down a factory in a poor town for tax breaks." It is also the only conversation that would put a big industrial plant on Cape Cod.

God saw this coming, and saw fit to bless us with amazing beaches, yummy seafood, gorgeous seas and all sorts of stuff that the factory worker in Ohio doesn't have access to and will pay excessively for the chance to experience. It's symbiotic, if I spelled that right... we send a bunch of money to Michigan for cars, and we get a bunch of it back when someone with vacation time says "Stay home in Detroit, or go to Cape Cod for the summer?"


Typically, Cape Cod's tourist season runs through July and August. These are the months when summer weather demands beach activity in America, and Cape Cod offers that without the sugarcane-harvesting oppressive heat/humidity that you get down in the American South. You can stroll through a much emptier Disney World in August than you can during February vacation, almost entirely because of Florida's well known Komodo Dragonesque climate.

July and August are also when the kids are out of school (unless they f*cked up badly, of course), and can be taken along on a vacation. As nice as leaving the kids home sounds, it is better to keep them where you can see them.

"I'm renting us this cottage on a gorgeous beach with boys/girls everywhere and all sorts of exotic beach stuff to do" is a better option to run past the teenager than "We're going to cram the famn damily in the car and go see the Grand Canyon or Colonial Williamsburg." 

If Chevy Chase had just taken the Griswolds to Cape Cod, he'd have had a much less stressful vacation and we'd be down one or two good Family Road Trip movies. Psycho, Jurassic Park, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Friday The 13th, Godzilla, The Shining, Twister, The Birds, Night Of The Living Dead, Dracula, The Blair Witch Project, Titanic, Halloween, The Godfather, High Plains Drifter, An American Werewolf In London and hundreds of other violent/disaster movies are peopled with unfortunate folks who chose somewhere other than Cape Cod to spend some vacation time.


So, Cape Cod fattens on Tourist  during these summer months. A perfect storm of weather, school vacations, factory slowdowns and everything else that sends people to us dries up with the warm weather. It's a slow process, but it isn't like flicking a switch or anything, even with most schools in America starting up at about the same time.

I have worked a few years at a Cape Cod hotel, and one thing we all notice is that, after Labor Day, the average age of our tenants goes to AARP levels very quickly. There's a reason for this.

If you see things like Intelligence and Wisdom through Dungeons and Dragons prisms as I do, you'll understand that the I and the W are two different animals. A child could have great natural intelligence, and the only thing holding it back from perhaps running a business is the wisdom one gets as they trod through this world of ours.

If you get 100 kids, 100 adults and 100 senior citizens together, you'll probably get the same amount of intelligent people in each group. However, the older groups will have greater wisdom via their life experiences. Your toddler may assemble Legos twice as fast as mine, but he doesn't know that OJ Simpson may have killed a few people, where even a moron of a 50 year old knows this.


Old People look at September, think of Cape Cod... and that wisdom kicks in. They immediately (and perhaps subconsciously in some cases) start working a checklist:

- The weather is perfect. September is a gorgeous month. September is mostly highs in the 70s, lows in the 50s. You get 80s and you even get 40s, but 75/55 is a typical high/low temperature. You get beach weather during the day, and cool, easy-sleepin' nights. The ocean off of Cape Cod is at peak warmth, and we aren't into the October rainy season. Nor'easters are rare in September, and Cape Cod doesn't get full-time hurricane action.

- The children are back in school. This changes the whole nature of the Cape, and the whole nature of the average tourist. Not only are the kids gone, the parents of the kids are gone.

- Beaches are yours for the taking. No kids and no parents erases a huge demographic from the beach population. I grew up on Duxbury Beach, and it wouldn't be unusual to see 3500 people on Duxbury Beach during Labor Day weekend... and then, three days later and with no appreciable change in the weather, Duxbury Beach might have a dozen people on it. Some days, each person on the beach could have had their own Mile of empty sand.

- That legendary Cape Cod traffic eases mightily. Cape Cod's winter population is about 200,000. It doubles in the summer. Take half of the cars from the road, and note that the remainder are locals who know the side roads and the wrong times to try the bridges... that's why they never build another bridge over the Canal, babe. There's no need for it 9 months of the year.

- Restaurants are less crowded. This means faster seating, less harried service, faster food-to-the-table times, and chefs viewing each plate as a work of art rather than just slopping stuff on a plate. Fly-by-night summer businesses close, and any restaurant in business after Labor Day has to be good enough that locals haven't word-o-mouthed it into shutdown.

- Stores are heavily discounting their goods. Cape Cod has a heavy Snowbird (summer on the Cape, winter in Florida) population, and many busineses will barter heavily with you just to get rid of as much inventory as they can before they head south.

- The attractions that are closed were ones you had no interest in anyhow. Grandma may be really cool and say "Let's spend a day at Water Wizz," but a pair of elderly tourists have had 145 combined years to get their fill of that sort of thing, and couldn't care less if Cape Cod Inflatable Park closes or not.

- The attractions that Autumn offers are very elderly-friendly. September is well described here. October brings in fall foliage, cranberry harvests and all that farm stuff. November even gives a surge, as Plymouth fills up during Thanksgiving and spillover follows. "There's only so much to do in Plymouth, and we've always wanted to see Cape Cod, dear..."


When true winter hits, Cape Cod can get sort of desolate. Few travel agents pitch it. A beach is a rough place to be in the winter, it's always windy and the wind is always in your face. "Look! The beach has snow on it!" wears out in five minutes. Many vacation-friendly businesses are closed. We have the kind of climate where, when we get snow, we get a lot of it.

That scenario is also a few months away, and the old people know that. This leads to Cape Cod getting a Silly Season of elderly-driven tourism during September and through Columbus Day. Cape Cod businesses adapt to this, making it so that a non-grey tourist will find stuff to do if they opt for a day trip.

The September/October period bookends the June/July/August peak season with a corresponding April/May period, but Spring can be sort of funny on Cape Cod. We get an extra month or so of Summer, but we pay for it with chilly Springs. It is not unusual to see a May weather broadcast say "Highs near 70 in Boston, 50s on the Cape."

That also is something that we don't have to worry about at the moment. Instead, Cape Cod is shifting into her Silly Season, fattening before the cold winter.

Mostly, old people use their hard-earned knowledge to dominate the tourist trade here in September... but now, after reading this article, you have the wisdom that some blue-hairs took 60 years to gain. Get down here and spend those dollars!


Thursday, August 10, 2017

Kiddie Fest Coming

Joe Ri-Der, drives a little slower...
The Duxbury Beach Residents Association is having the Kiddie Fest on August 19th. 

The Kiddie Fest has been going on for at least 50 years, and that's just what we determined by me (48) talking to my sister (52). It may go back 20-30 years further, let us know in the comments if you know. 

It was old when the Gurnet Classic Beach Run was young, and it outlived it by two decades and counting. With the exception of the bonfires (which old timers tell me date back to V-J Day), it is the longest running neighborhood tradition in Duxbury Beach.

The Kiddie Fest is for Duxbury Beach residents only, sorry folks.

This year, we have races, games, sandcastle contests, hot dogs, a tug-o-war, face painting... you know, the whole nine. We also have Joe Deady and the Hendries truck car vehicle, doling out the Hoodsies to kids of all ages. For kids of all ages over 21, there will be a beach bar in service... because at least this author needs a Bloody Mary before watching two dozen kid races.

Bring the kids, spend the day, have a great time and create some memories!


Monday, July 31, 2017

Duxbury Beach Free Of Evil Red Seaweed... For Now



Duxbury Beach attacked the red seaweed problem on the residential beach today. The town beach by the bridge had already been done, and the Beach Park handled it privately. (M.E. Federici on the camera)

A smelly red seaweed from Japan has been all over South Shore beaches this summer. Duxbury buried it, but Marshfield, with her rockier beaches, is letting it rot in place. Given the tenacity of this seaweed, Duxbury may have just planted a new batch for all I know. Hopefully, everything works out.

The pictures with the seaweed are from less-responsive Nantasket Beach in Hull.

Heterosiphonia japonica was first identified off of Rhode Island in 2009. It looks like other red kelp swishing around, but it is smellier and more persistent. It can outcompete other seaweed and squeeze out life on any beach it hits. "The beach looks like cranberry sauce" and "It's like swimming in oil" are complaints we've heard.

Good riddance!



Friday, July 21, 2017

Harboring: Kingston


Harboring takes us to Kingston today...

This isn't technically a Harbor, and is more of a river... but it has boats, and that's good enough for Cranberry County Online.

This little boat spot is nestled on the lovely Jones River. The Jones River runs between the Bay Farm area and Rooky Nook. Jones runs back to Silver Lake and then enters into the Taunton River Watershed. It drains a pretty good chunk of our reading area.

As you can see, it goes way back into the sticks.

The worst place in the area to walk around at night.

Being on a river introduces certain logistical difficulties. This marina has a 3 Hours Before/After High Tide policy regarding entry into the marina. Otherwise, the river runs shallow, and you get grounded. Exemptions are made for fishermen and old salts, who presumably have more skill and familiarity with the mud flats than the pleasure-craftin' Yachty types. Fishermen get 4 hours leeway.

I should have zoomed in more and clipped that other boat off of the right side, but that's why you can read this for free.

From here, the party moves out into Cape Cod Bay, via the PDK Bay system. P(lymouth) Bay, D(uxbury) Bay and K(ingston) Bay = PDK.


The sides of the river are mud/alluvium, but the bottom is bedrock. They tried to lay power lines across the river into Rocky Nook back in the day, but they had to give it up because they couldn't get through the bed of the river.

I love this boat.

I also have a weak spot for things like personal-use piers.

They lack the giant fishing boats you see in places like Fairhaven or New Bedford, as those boats would have trouble with the river depths.

She actually set sail to raid British commerce during the Revolution, and had orders to avoid direct battle with British warships. They screwed that second part up and inadvertently attacked a British warship (HMS Hope) off of Cape Sable Island in Nova Scotia. HMS Nancy joined the party, and that was all she wrote for Independence.

Independence, captained by Simeon Sampson, was outnumbered two to one in boats, guns and men. They still made a four hour fight of it, and only surrendered after the crew revolted. Sampson ran through several of his own men (who were urging surrender) with his sword before eventually accepting his fate and striking the colors. Independence fought so hard, the British sailors- the undisputed best in the world- cheered the crew of the Kingston-made ship in salute, and their captain refused to accept Sampson's sword in surrender. The sword is in the Kingston town museum, or whatever they call it.

Independence is what the former Independence Mall (I've never wanted to punch a mall before hearing the name "Kingston Collection") was named after, and it is that little boat that you see on the Kingston town seal.

There's actually a Jones River Landing further downriver there, but I'll check them out in some future article. I like to spread out my Kingston work.

If you had the right boat and could convince Martin Sheen to go along, you could go up the Jones River and pretend to be in Apocalypse Now all the way to Silver Lake.

Brown Water Navy

They enjoy spectacular barrier beach protection from Duxbury Beach and Plymouth's Long Beach. They are guarded from whatever gets past those two by Rocky Nook and the Standish Monument part of Duxbury.

Everybody parks nose-in, and the docks don't stretch out past the stern of the boat, so I was unable to pursue my Boat Name fetish in Kingston. If a particularly heavy photographer steps on the ends of these docks, the dock is pushed underwater... or so they tell me.

Little boats!


The multiple barrier beach thing allows you to build very close to the water without a seawall.

The nicely stocked Take A Vest, Leave A Vest stand restored my faith in humanity a little bit.

If they had a Take A Boat, Leave A Boat policy, I'd have had better pictures... OK, I'd have had the same rotten pictures, but from cooler angles.

The Kingston Harbormaster has a cool little beach shack working there.


The area around Rocky Nook, as well as Duxbury Bay and Plymouth Bay, are prime Sand Tiger Shark nursery grounds. Even STS that are born elsewhere will come into the PDK Bay system as juveniles. They are drawn here by the opportunity to feast on bunker/menhaden. They don't/can't eat people and only bite sloppy fishermen, so don't have a panic or anything.

This 4.5 foot tooth machine was caught at the mouth of the Jones River. I asked the Harbormaster, who is the owner of the picture, where the shark was caught. "Right there," he said, pointing towards Rocky Nook. " I wanted more details, and asked "How far offshore?" He smiled the way that people of the seas do to curious landlubbers, pointed more directly to a spot 50 yards from where we stood, and said "No... right there."

That's a nice tangent, as we have an article on River Sharks coming up. 
It really does add variety to a spot where God went a little too heavy with the GREEN crayon.



If you miss the tide cycle, you're hanging out in your boat for 12 hours or swimming/wading in.


Best house in Kingston, for my money.

Cordage Park smokestack, Manomet in the background...

Duxbury, with the Standish Monument barely visible and urging me to update the camera.



Thanks to my man KHM, who showed me around and told me most of the technical stuff in this article. For all the harbors I go to, I'm a bit of an idiot with boats. The only one I ever owned is at the bottom of West Monponsett Lake in Halifax.

Thanks for having us, Kingston!

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