There are few industries as heart-wrenching as the fine art business. It's a six-car pileup at the intersection of art and commerce and the amount of opinion and hyperbole that is somehow labeled as...
"They commonly celebrate those beaches only which have a hotel on
them, not those which have a humane house alone. But I wished to see that
seashore where man's works are wrecks; to put up at the true Atlantic House,
where the ocean is land-lord as well as sea-lord, and comes ashore without a
wharf for the landing; where the crumbling land is the only invalid, or at best
is but dry land, and that is all you can say of it."
-- Henry David Thoreau,
Cape Cod is flatter than much of Kansas, more crowded and faster paced than
many suburbs, and the water is generally too cold for swimming. Why then is it
such a popular vacation spot? I'm not sure. I don't think the Cape can work its
magic over a long weekend. Its charms are out of sync with the modern work
hard/play hard ethos. You need to spend enough time there to appreciate the soft
light and gentle scenery. The best way to enjoy the Cape is to rent a house on
the beach or on a pond, sit in a rocking chair, and work through a stack of
novels. A few parts of the Cape are immediately attractive, though. My favorites
are the Outer Cape with its dunes, Provincetown for its interesting culture,
Martha's Vineyard for its island culture, and Nantucket because I've never been
there but it sounds peaceful and allegedly the rich people haven't been able to
assert ownership of every scrap of sand.
"It is remarkable that the Pilgrims (or their reporter) describe this
part of the Cape, not only as well wooded, but as having a deep and excellent
soil, and hardly mention the word sand. Now what strikes the voyager is the
barrenness and desolation of the land. ... We did not see enough black earth in
Provincetown to fill a flower-pot."
-- Henry David Thoreau,
This scene of natural beauty ... is entirely unnatural. Cape Cod was covered
in pine trees until the pilgrims came and deforested it. Without the trees to
stabilize the soil, wind heaped up sand into impressive and scenic dunes. Nature
is gradually reclaiming the dunes, though, and it will eventually revert to
Barren though the dunes may seem, they've been the cradle of much American
art. Eugene O'Neill, Jack Kerouac, Tennessee Williams, and Jackson Pollack have
all sojourned in the famous "dune shacks" that are now historic landmarks though
they look more like wrecks.
[Note: the dunes are at the very tip of the Cape.]
"This was the most completely maritime town that we were ever in. It
was merely a good harbor, surrounded by land, dry if not firm.--an inhabited
beach, whereon fisherman cured and stored their fish, without any back country.
When ashore, the inhabitants still walk on planks. A few small patches have been
reclaimed from the swamps, containing commonly half a dozen square rods only
"Yet far from being out of the way, Provincetown is directly in the way of the
navigator, and he is lucky who does not run afoul of it in the dark. It is
situated on one of the highways of commerce and men from all parts of the globe
touch there in the course of year."
-- Henry David Thoreau, Cape Cod
Some more points of interest for Provincetown:
it is near the Dunes (see above)
it is almost 100% gay in the off season
it is where the Pilgrims arrived in the New World on November 11, 1620 aboard
the Mayflower (though their landing a month later at Plymouth is better
remembered outside of P-town)
[Sleeping: a good place to stay in Provincetown is the Captain Lysander Inn,
an bed & breakfast. The house was built in the 1850's and was once home to
MIT president Vannevar Bush. About $100/night (cheap for P-town). 96 Commercial
Street. (617) 487-2253.]
[Getting there: it takes about two hours to drive from Boston or there is one
passenger ferry per day (in the summer) from Boston that takes three hours (call
Bay State at (617) 723-7800).]
"We walked slowly round in that narrow space as the keeper lighted
each lamp in succession, conversing with him at the same moment that many a
sailor on the deep witnessed the lighting of the Highland Light. ... He
complained of the quality of the oil which was furnished. This house consumes
about eight hundred gallons in a year, which cost not far from one dollar a
gallon; but perhaps a few lives would be saved if better oil were provided.
"He spoke of the anxiety and sense of responsibility which he felt in cold and
stormy nights in the winter; when he knew that many a poor fellow as depending on
him, and his lamps burned dimly, the oil being chilled. Sometimes he was obliged
to warm the oil in a kettle in his house at midnight, and fill lamps over
again,--for he could not have a fire in the lighthouse, it produced such a sweat
on the windows. ... All this because the oil was poor. A government lighting the
mariners on its wintry coast with summer-strained oil, to save expense!"
-- Henry David Thoreau, Cape Cod
Cape Cod seems to be rather famous for lighthouses, but frankly I've never
managed to get a decent photo of one. I'm not sure why. Probably the best ones
are out on Nantucket or something where I've never been. Above are photos of
Highland Light in Truro, about halfway up the "forearm" of the Cape. Below is the
Edgartown Light on Martha's Vineyard.
chance of swimming without freezing off any extremities is to stick with the
southern beaches that are technically on the Nantucket Sound. Sheltered
from the open ocean, the water is slightly warmer here and and the waves are
smaller. The north beaches of the Cape are on Cape Cod Bay and can be even
colder than the open ocean, whose big surf and bone-chilling temperatures (60F in
summer despite some warming from the Gulf Stream) can be experienced on the
eastern beaches (e.g., Nauset).
I added this section because it gave me an excuse to put in some photos of my
old dog George.
I like these randomly strewn pictures and their moods, though the rowboats
photo is a little Hallmark-esque.
Vineyard is worth visiting if you like to see basically the same topography as
the Cape mainland with a slightly lower density of houses and slightly higher
density of rich people. The most interesting cultural site is a short ferry ride
away on Chappaquiddick Island. It was off the Dike Bridge, connecting Cape Pogue
and Chappaquiddick, on July 18, 1969 that a young woman (Mary Jo Kopechne, 28)
lost her life and a young politician (
Kennedy, 37) lost his chance to be president. Kennedy was found guilty of
leaving the scene of an accident. You won't find the little incident mentioned in
any guidebook, nor directions to the site of the now-rebuilt bridge (take Main
Street to Dike Road; drive about a mile).
The best places for history buffs to stay on Martha's Vineyard are both in
Edgartown. Try Room 56 at the Katama Shores Inn (Mary Jo's) or the Shiretown Inn
(where Ted spent eight hours before reporting the "incident"). The Katama Shores
Inn, (tel: (508) 627-4747) is an army barracks converted to a motel, just a few
minutes' walk from South Beach (the main public beach). The Shiretown Inn is
right in the middle of bustling Edgartown, mere steps from sandwich shops, ice
cream parlors, fancy restaurants, and clothing stores.
Tip for photo nerds: Edgartown is home to Vineyard Photo, operators of one of
the best One-Hour labs I've ever used anywhere. They can even process and proof
Personally my favorite spots on Martha's Vineyard are all in the far
western/southern corner, referred to as "Up Island". These are the towns of Gay
Head, Chilmark, and Menemsha (featured in the movie Jaws). This is
the most isolated portion of the main island, however, even when you get away
from it all in Martha's Vineyard, you're still kind of a prisoner of
civilization. It is apparently legal in Massachusetts to own every scrap of sand
right down to the low water mark. This keeps the rabble off the private beaches
of the rich. There are a handful of public beaches, usually with intimidating
signs and guards posted by the signs to keep you from straying onto a rich
person's tidal strip.
However, I think that the rich people may have outsmarted themselves. I visited
one of them in Chilmark. I scraped my minivan along a dirt road for two miles
before I reached his enclave. He is not as rich as
Bill Gates so he has only a little tiny
private beach. If he walks off of this tiny strip, he is trespassing. If he
reaches a public beach, the border guard might let him onto the beach but
certainly the border guard at the other edge of the public beach won't understand
that he is not one of the rabble and ought to be let through. So he's almost as
much of a prisoner as the humble day tourist. His house ought to be paradise but
he only ends up spending a couple of weeks/year there.
All of this reminded me of some things that I learned from Elke, an East
German woman, in
Chapter XIII of Travels with
Samantha. One of the things that she'd preferred under Communism was that
there weren't forests of "no trespassing" signs everywhere. It was bad etiquette
to walk through back yards but most tracts of land were open to all citizens.
About the only people in Martha's Vineyard who can feel like they have some
breathing space to enjoy the natural scenery are those who live amidst
reservation land. My personal favorite spot is on Chappaquiddick, the Wasque
Reservation. This is a rare dog-friendly beach. My friend Zak and I went there on
a beautiful Thursday in August and were one of maybe five groups of people on a
300-yard beach. I'd love to rent a house bordering on this reservation, though
Chappaquiddick doesn't have a big tourist infrastructure. The only business sells
ice, beer, and wrecked cars. If you're in the market for something else, you have
to take the two-minute ferry ride over to Edgartown.
Chappy Photo Gallery
A lot of these pictures are of sites relevant to the death of Mary Jo Kopechne
on July 18, 1969 in Ted Kennedy's car. Senator Kennedy was attending a party on
Chappaquiddick and was driving back to the On-Time ferry, presumably to get Ms.
Kopechne back to her room at the Katama Shores Motor Inn. The road from the party
house to the ferry is a straight paved road. The road to the Dike Bridge and Cape
Pogue is a dirt road. In the direction that Senator Kennedy would have been
driving to get to the ferry, he would have had to make a 140 degree (sharp) right
turn to get onto the dirt road to the Dike Bridge. His story is that he
mistakenly made this turn and then drove more than a mile to the bridge without
realize that he had either made the turn or that he was driving on a
dirt road at all.
After driving the car off the bridge and leaving Ms. Kopechne to die, Senator
Kennedy's story is that he went back to the party to get some help from his
friends and that they then drove him to the On-Time ferry landing where he'd
originally intended to go. However, by this time it was late and the ferry was no
longer running. Senator Kennedy's story is that he swam across the channel and
checked into the Shiretown Inn, a few blocks from the ferry landing on the
Edgartown side. The clerk at the Shiretown Inn, however, stated that Senator
Kennedy had come in wearing a clean, dry suit. Eight hours later, Senator Kennedy
reported Ms. Kopechne's death to the police. Her body was never autopsied.
Senator Kennedy was found guilty of leaving the scene of an accident.
Urban Martha's Vineyard
Martha's Vineyard has three big towns. Vineyard Haven is where the car ferries
come in and has the largest population. It is also home to the Black Dog
restaurant that every tourist east of the Mississippi seems to be wearing. I went
into the Black Dog bakery and the staff came out to pet
Alex and give him a free $5 dog treat. They said that Alex was
way better looking than their logo dog.
Oak Bluffs is famous for its Victorian architecture, vintage wooden carousel,
and summertime Christian revival meetings. It is also apparently the hottest
place to go at night. In my book, Edgartown is famous for its One-Hour photo lab
but I guess other people would probably think of it for its whaling captain's
houses and proximity to Chappaquiddick.
Getting to Martha's Vineyard
The ferry from Woods Hole to Martha's Vineyard
takes about 45 minutes and is through sufficiently smooth water that you're
unlikely to get seasick. You can take a dog on leash. You can take bikes. If you
want to take a car, you need reservations fairly far in advance. Call the
Steamship Authority at (508) 477-8600. If you don't have a reservation then you
can go standby Tuesday through Thursday. I arrived one Thursday morning in August
at 7:30 am and was on a boat by 8:45 am. As of 1997, if you arrived by 2 pm, the
Authority guaranteed that you'd get across the same day.
In the summer, there are a variety of competing ferries that go from Hyannis
to Oak Bluffs, from New Bedford (Massachusetts), and even from Long
In an increasingly yuppiefied world, it is nice to know that there are some
crummy and/or decaying hotels left in this world. At right at the so-called "Day
Cottages" just south of Provincetown. They are my favorite photographic subject
on the Cape.
Living on the Cape
After twenty years in Massachusetts, I finally bought a Cape house! The place
is called "Barcliff" and it was built 100 years ago on the cliffs at the east end
of the town of Chatham. The house stood alone for enough time that the street
coming into Shore Road near the house is called "Barcliff Avenue". Boston's Paine
family built the house in the 1880s but let it fall into disrepair until it was
acquired in the mid-1980s by Stuart Roffman, a Boston real estate developer. He
remodeled the place and had it decorated by Lynda Levy until it was nice enough
to be featured on the cover of a home decoration magazine. The place is enormous,
probably something like 7500 square feet of living space and enough room to
comfortably sleep 20. Plus there is a pool and a Jacuzzi. Roffman was renting it
out for weddings and such at $12,000 per week. I bought the place as a
programmer's retreat for the hard-charging teams ofArsDigita. The idea was to
wire it up so that a group of 10 to 20 people could come down and write code
while looking out at the ocean. Chatham is one of the nicest towns on the Cape
with an actual downtown village area for shopping, restaurants, and inns. One of
the best hotels in Massachusetts is only two blocks away from the house, the
Chatham Bars Inn so we figured that
clients could come down and stay at the hotel while we met periodically in the
dining room, living room, or deck of the main house.
First, let's look at the views from the house and deck:
Now the interior, mostly with the 43mm lens...
How is the place working out? I'm writing this six months after we moved in.
The place still needs a lot of work (huge wooden houses right by the sea are a
maintenance nightmare) and we've barely begun to furnish the place effectively.
So it is too soon to tell. I wrote something about why this idea is effective in
"The time must come when this coast will be a place of resort for
those New-Englanders who really wish to visit the seaside. At present it is
wholly unknown to the fashionable world, and probably it will never be agreeable
to them. If it is merely a ten-pin alley, or a circular railway, or an ocean of
mint-julep, that the visitor is in search of,--if he thinks more of the wine than
the brine, as I suspect some do at Newport,--I trust that for a long time he will
be disappointed here.
"But this shore will never be more attractive than it is now. Such beaches as
are fashionable are here made and unmade in a day, I may almost say, by the sea
shifting its sands. Lynn and Nantasket! this bare and bended arm it is that makes
the bay in which they lie so snugly. What are springs and waterfalls? Here is the
spring of springs, the waterfall of waterfalls. A storm in the fall or winter is
the time to visit it; a light-house or a fisherman's hut the true hotel. A man
may stand there and put all America behind him."
-- Henry David Thoreau,
If you liked the preceding quotes, you ought to read
Cod. Caveat: it will make you long for the days when a fresh lobster cost two
A more up to date guidebook to the Cape is
Access, which has lots of little maps and a convenient format, albeit
a somewhat brainwashed-by-the-Chamber-of-Commerce Stepford-Wivesish attitude.
In November 1820 the Nantucket whaleship Essex was attacked by a angry
spermwhale, 1,500 miles off the coast of Peru.
In the Heart of the
Sea, by Nathaniel Philbrick, is a historian's account of the tragedy of the
crew's three-month open-boat journey and the Nantucket whaling industry that
created these men.
If you don't want more, take the Sagamore Bridge (see above) back to the rest
of Massachusetts. You'll be lucky if you can get across in less than an hour on a