Looking south outside our condo
Jim and Miss Clio
On the Cape Cod Sea Shore National Park. In the background is one of the many rescue houses used around the Cape, which was known for its treacherous waters and many shipwrecks.
Jim and Mike on our bike ride.
One of the rescue canoes. It could hold up to six people.
One method of rescusing sailors. A lead weight would be shot onto the shipwrecked boat with a rope attached. The ship would secure the rope high above the water and the rescuers would send this out to the ship allowing for sailors to return safely to land without getting into the freezing water. Also, due to the roughness of the waves and currents, canoes could not always be relied upon to save the sailors; therefore, this method was quite useful.
The "thing" used to launch the rope and lead to the ship.
Looking out onto the dunes of Cape Cod National Sea Shore.
An old piece of wood from a recovered ship.
The dunes of Cape Cod National Sea Shore.
After a LONG bike ride with seemingly eternal hills, we finally made it to a National Park museum (i.e. gift shop) that had water and a nice view. Here you can see the Pilgrim's Monument built in downtown Provincetown commemorating the site where the Pilgrim's originally landed.
Brief history.
Low tide outside our condo. Look closely and you will see several of the many lesbians who would play with their numerous dogs during low tide.
Looking north outside our condo.
The moon and its reflection toward our condo.
Another dog playing fetch...however, it's cruel owner woud only throw rocks and the dog never caught them.
Bayshore Condos
Looking south from Bayshore.
North from Bayshore.
The last lighthouse on Cape Cod--Long Point.
The sailboat from our sunset cruise.
Long Point from the sailboat.
Long Point Lighthouse.
Sun going down behind P-town.
Gary and Mike.
Steven and Jay.
Jim.
Jim and Don.
Mike and Jim.
Steven and Jim.
Jay and Gary.
Wade and Adam.
Adam
Jay, Wade, and Gary at sunset on the sailboat.
Jay, Wade, and Gary.
The moon rising up above the cape.
Moonrise.
The moonrise from the sailboat.
Jay preparing for our party with delicious pink lemonade.
Mike and Gary.
Jameel and Jim.
Don and Amy.
Ron and Jameel
Ron.
Adam and Carol.
More Adam and Carol.
Carol, Nancy, and Amy.
Carol, Nancy, Amy, and Amy.
Jim's kite that finally left the ground after a hard-fought contest with the cross bar.
Jim flying his kite.
Cottages lining the beach in Truro.
The marker for Pilgrim Pond.
Pilgrim Pond.
Jim being classy at Pilgrim Pond.
Jim at the Highlands in North Truro. The buildings behind him used to house the North Truro Air Force, but have since been abandoned.
More of the old Air Force base.
Originally built in 1797, this was the 20th lighthouse in America at the time. Congress appropriated caption10 to buy 10 acres from a farmer. Today, only 2 acres remain of that purchase due to soil erosion. In order to not be confused with Boston light, this lighthouse became the first in America to have a blinking light. In 1996, this lighthouse was moved back almost 500 feet (in one piece) in order to prevent its descent into the ocean.
From the top of the lighthouse. If you followed this photo in a straight line, you would end up in Portugal.
The Fresnel light used to magnify the tiny oil lamps in lighthouses.
From the edge of the coast. At the edge, there is a drop off of 20-30 feet.
At The Highlands on Cape Cod National Sea Shore.
The dunes.
The Red Inn at night where we had our last dinner.
Wade, Gary, and Jay.
Wade, Gary, and Jay at dinner our last night.
and more...Wade, Gary, and Jay.
Mr. Gary.
Dessert.
