Happy to be Traveling

Post by Grubb. Barry and Deidre took us on marsh walk along a narrow pier that looked above sinuous water carved reedy patches where crabs burrowed into the mud. Stepping on the donor-inscribed wooden slats towards the lookout at the end of the pier, I started to feel like I was in the opening sequence…

Post by Grubb. Kurt Vonnegut—who else? In the late o 1950s when Kurt was living in Barnstable, he sold Saabs out of a stone garage. Fortunately, for those of us who are fans, the business never really took off. Cape Cod is known for its summer stock venues (Provincetown Playhouse the most renowned), and Dennis’s…

I can’t get enough of the green.

Post by Grubb. For every trip we take, there’s a search for some edible delight we have a hard time finding in Albuquerque. On venturing out to the Yankee heartland, I was bent on sampling some rhubarb pie. To my taste, it’s the prince of pies. Luckily, in Centerville, a village of Barnstable, there’s a…

A couple days ago, we walked by the 1717 Meetinghouse. Yesterday, Deirdre was able to get us inside for a look around. Long story short: London, England, 1616, Pastor Henry Jacob breaks from the Church of England to found the Congregationalists who were forced to meet in secret. Years later, he was discovered and imprisoned….

Post by Grubb. One of the thought adventures I have when I travel is to compare the landscape of my imagination with the actual terrain I encounter. It usually turns out that reality downsizes the take-away from I’ve read or seen in photographs. Years ago, our visit to the Texas Book Depository in Dallas gave…

Yesterday was a gray, rainy day on the Cape. The kind we New Mexicans love because they are so rare for us. What to do? Pile in the car and take a drive to Hyannis, only a few miles away. Deirdre drove us to the extravagant golf course, the Kennedy compound and the John F….

Post by Grubb. With clear skies and a faint, almost nonexistent breeze, we headed toward Sandy Neck Beach trudging on a trail of pure sinking sand that cut through sea coast marshland. Signs on either side of the path warned us not to stray. The advice was taken seeing that the poison ivy had taken…

Post by Grubb. After leaving the open landscape of the New Mexican high desert, the drive from Providence, Rhode Island to Barnstable, Massachusetts was like tunneling through a relentless forest. From the brown to the green, the distant to the near, it was a fugitive environment where one could easily disappear. I wondered, what’s hidden…

Barry and Deirdre have lived on the Cape in West Barnstable  for decades. First up yesterday morning, a walking history tour. with Barry and  Deirdre. A seafaring, rural community in a lush green setting. We learned about Cape style homes (did you know there is a full Cape, 3/4 Cape and 1/2 Cape?). We walked into the…

Good thing I made a pit stop at the 5 star bathroom before we went searching for the Avis counter, purportedly said to be in the airport confines. Signs directed us to a Skywalk, up the escalator, straight over two main streets and a parking lot…a half mile later we turned a corner to find…

Have you ever flown into the Providence airport? We were tipped off by cousins Barry and Deirdre that this would be a lot easier than flying into Boston because driving out of Boston was a major headache. The Providence airport is small. Smaller even than Albuquerque. There is only one terminal with a total of…

Post by Ella. We have started on our latest travel adventure. Part 1: Visit the cousins! We flew into Providence, RI today, picked up our rental car then made tracks for Cape Cod where we are excited to visit Barry & Dierdre, and Marc & Judi, conveniently located in Barnstable and Harwich, respectively. And by…