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...

Harboring: Plymouth

We're doing a tour of the harbors in our reading area, and why not lead off with America's home harbor, Plymouth?

Local toughs loiter around the Plymouth waterfront, but they rarely sit on one spot.

Tuna on the roof, you say? Just happen to have one right here...

Nautical themes rule the day, but hot cars will never be bypassed by our photographers.

You take the little boat out to the big boat...

Facing Saquish/Gurnet

The ladder looks more utilitarian with a boat under it, but it's still April.

Our harbor exploration series will be a bit sparse on the oats-bay until the weather warms up.

A real man just drops his boat in the water with a crane thingy, like that man (him) does in 2 minutes... and like this man (me) doesn't know how to do.

We'll be exploring the Plymouth Lobster Trail soon enough, but a bunch of them are around Plymouth Harbor.

In case you haven't noticed, our photographers love clusters of dinghy skiff type boats.

Facing towards Manomet... notice that we have the rotten luck to tour Plymouth Harbor when the Mayflower II is away.

The life preserver from the Easterly led off the article, so we may as well show the whole boat.

Buoy oh buoy do we love primary colors!

Before setting out to sea, a good fisherman checks his radar, his sonar and his faux tuna dolphin wire structure.

Clever drinkers will run up a bar tab on Tails Of The Sea, then skip out on it by jumping over onto the Captain John & Son IV.

There's "waterfront dining," and then there's "fishing boat on the roof waterfront dining." 

The mason was instructed to lay the bricks towards the N/NW.

That's a whale on my roof and  I'm happy to see you.

Your town has a flock of birds... Plymouth has a dock of birds.

I put in the fourth fireplace just in case chicks aren't impressed with three.

Notice that most boats have girl names, i.e. "Andrea Gayle" or "Mary Celeste." Boats look stupid with boy names. No one names their boat "Todd." That has nothing to do with this picture, but that's how the Captioning game works at times, player.

Facing Duxbury...

This includes, historically, 70000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 fish... and, in my case, one doomed jet-ski.

Mamma Mia's will run out and drop pizzas down from the seawall to fishermen, but only for locals. The rest of you have to come up ashore.

Facing Long Beach.... LBC!!

Every good harbor has a sea dog around somewhere, keeping an eye on things.

Plymouth Harbor, we thank you!