Cape Cod and Cape Neddick

Kristy and Leon's Home, Cape Neddick, ME

The day had finally come! Biking a portion of the the Cape Cod Rail Trail (CCRT) last night was better than I had imagined and I couldn't wait to stretch my legs and really spend some time getting to know this little piece of heaven. We were on the trail by 8:30 this morning and really enjoyed riding through all different terrains. It felt soooo good to just clip along on our bike, riding through forests and alongside meadows. By the time we were done we had ridden about 25 miles.

Some of the highlights were taking a little side trip and riding to the Cape Cod National Seashore. We took a quick tour through the Visitor's Center and then decided to take another bike trail out to the ocean. Some interesting little tidbits I learned - the Pilgrims first landed at this part of Cape Cod. After being on the seas for several months, they were so excited to finally reach land that they hung out here for a good month before going on to Plymouth. And during the 1800's when Cape Cod was predominantly an agricultural community the farmers harvested their hay along the kettle ponds and then transported it by flat boat. According to oral history, many residents fondly remembered the salty taste of the cow milk from this hay.

I loved riding the CCRT. It's my all time favorite rail trail. I definitely plan on coming back again, but next time I want to stay at least 3 days and ride all the connecting trails too. Nickerson State Park and the CCRT rock.

We finally headed out of Cape Cod by early afternoon working our way through Boston and continuing our coastal drive through New Hampshire and Maine. We arrived at Kristy and Leon's house in Cape Neddick by late afternoon. They have such a beautiful home in the Maine woods not far from the coast. This evening we all walked the Marginal Trail in Ogunquit. The waves were really giving us a show, pounding and crashing into the rocks. Apparently, there was an offshore storm making them much wilder than normal. All I know is that I was loving the pounding, crashing, salty, wonderful energy of it all. The 4 of us ate dinner at a great seafood restaurant in the charming village of Ogunquit. Crab cakes and salad - mmmm. It was great spending time with Kristy and Leon and enjoying their warm hospitality. My only regret is that we didn't get a chance to see Ben. How fun to connect with family on the wild coasts of Maine.

Forget the army - Anchors Away!

Nickerson State Park, MA

We continued our drive up highway 1 on thru Connecticut and our first stop of the day was in Groton visiting the Submarine Force Library and Museum. It's a really interesting place with tons of hands-on activities and films, but the real attraction is taking a tour onboard the Nautilus SSN 571, the first operational nuclear submarine ever launched, in 1954. It was decommissioned in 1980 and designated a National Historic Landmark in 1982.

What impressed me the most was how tight the quarters were and how every inch of space was maximized for efficiency. There were 10 bunks squeezed into an area the size of a small pantry. Bet that was pleasant. The control room and mechanical room looked really antiquated by our standards today. Everything was mechanical dials and buttons. What cracked me up was the galley, where there was a tape deck, a movie projector, table-top juke box. a softie ice cream machine and a "bug juice" (kool-aid) dispenser. Ahh...living the good life. I also really enjoyed seeing the very dated 1950's photos of "sweethearts" displayed in the petty officer's quarters.

The museum was really fun too. We got to look through periscopes and try out driving a submarine. One of the films we watched talked about the historic "Operation Sunshine" of the Nautilus which was attempting a submarine transit of the North Pole. This was the first successful attempt of a watercraft to reach the geographic North Pole. Politically, it was our answer to the USSR which had recently launched Sputnik. Eisenhower was President and he mentioned that one day "nuclear cargo submarines might use that route for trade." How'd that work out Ike?

After this little jaunt we continued driving through Connecticut, Rhode Island and Massachusetts, finally reaching our destination of Nickerson State Park in Cape Cod. At one point we stopped at a fish place along the coast for lunch - lobster roll for me, a lobster BLT for Ned. Several years ago when we last visited the Cape I swore we'd come back, camp at this State Park and ride the incredible Cape Cod Rail Trails. Today was one of the highlights of the trip for me. I've been so looking forward to doing this!!

We reached the State Park at about 4ish and within minutes we were on our bike riding the trail. This State Park is situated almost half way in the middle of the trail so it's perfect to break it up into two days. Tonight we tackled the Southern end of the trail and rode about 14 miles. SWEET. Our hobby is riding Rail for Trails and this is for sure my favorite one yet. We rode past ponds, through a small tunnel, and alongside really quaint shingled little seaside cottages. I can't wait for tomorrow when we ride the longest part of the trail and perhaps even take a jog onto another trail to check out the National Seashore Visitor Center.

Our campsite tonight is awesome! We are on a rise overlooking a small lake. We have the place almost to ourselves and it's great having a glass of wine watching canoers below. I could stay here a week.

The day Ned joined the Army

Hammonasset State Park, CT

Blue skies and warm weather sure seemed like a perfect combo for a bike ride. Allaire State Park not only has a nicely wooded campground, but it's also an historic village circa 1830's, has a working railroad, and bike baths galore. We road for about 10 miles on the Capital to Coast bike trail and then decided to take in the Civil War re-enactment that was happening in the village.

Ned and I have seen LOTS of Civil War re-enactments by mostly Confederate camps. Today was a Union Camp and while mildly interested I didn't have great hopes. (One can only see so many of these re-enactments). However, today was quite different and way more interesting than we expected.

What first caught my attention was how elaborate the entire set up was. Most of the Union Soldiers had spent the night in their tents. There was also the women's camp, those who "followed" the soldiers, artillery units, officers riding around on horses, musicians, soldiers marching and several other period costumed actors strolling about. We struck up a conversation with the artillery captain and before you knew it, he "enlisted" Ned into part of his unit.

For the next 15 or 20 minutes Ned was given a very thorough instruction on how to fire a cannon. And let me tell ya, these New Jersey artillery men take their job seriously. "Soldier, only use your left hand to cover the pressure hole, you want to save your good hand if it should get blown off", he'd bark. "Soldier, stand with a manly pose and put your right arm behind your back", he'd say while Ned was cleaning out the muzzle. "We'll keep those Johnny Rebs on the run."

It took many steps to prepare a cannon to fire and a soldier would have to go back and forth behind the cannon since one was never supposed to go in front of the muzzle - for obvious reasons. Hard to believe that soldiers could do all these elaborate steps in 2.5 minutes during battle. Finally, the big moment came and "kaboom" the cannon was fired! Ned my hero.

We then watched the band play while the solider's marched. Ned was really interested in the instruments they were playing. One soldier was playing a 1860's euphonium, which looked like a trumpet but with levered keys and a cool bell shape. When Ned asked him about his instrument the musician said that it had never been worked on. Amazing!

Fortunately, this gal caught her soldier's eye and Ned decided to journey into Connecticut rather than continuing his adventure as a Union soldier. And traveling into Connecticut was no easy feat I might add! We were waging our own battle on the Jersey Parkway/Turnpike. Such obvious novices we were!! I'm sure we paid way too many tolls because we didn't figure out the express lane vs. local for quite awhile. We felt like cannon fodder dodging incoming cars and zig-zagging through the NY freeways until finally reaching the promise land of Connecticut.

We drove Highway 1 up the coast of Connecticut, driving past gigantic mansions until we finally reached Hammonassett State Park. This place is hilarious. It is touted as being Connecticut's largest beach, all 2 miles of it. It has close to 400 campsites, mostly all arranged in various circles in a large, grassy several hundred acre area. We are fortunately off the beaten path a little near a wooded grove. This isn't so much camping as people getting together in someone's backyard. The grills are going, kids are riding bikes, there are several baseball, volleyball, bocce ball games going and the campground host just now drove his ATV by...hooked up to an ice cream trailer complete with the bells ringing. There's even a wedding party with a DJ blasting it out at the beach pavilion. We've also had a couple of friendly folks stop by to check out Winnie. Fun group of people, Americana at its finest.

Jersey Shore

Allaire State Park, Farmingdale, NJ

It's Ned filling in for Debi again. We were psyched when the sun came out this morning before we left our campsite in Lewes, Delaware. We also cracked up to view the campground we rolled into last night: It's a classic beach campground for the east coast, which is designed to line up a bunch of cars on asphalt, all parallel parked in a row. Let's just say that aesthetically it's a far cry from some of the beautiful campgrounds we've stayed at lately in the mountains.

We had camped very near the ferry landing, so we were able to arrive there with plenty of time to check out the impressive ferry building, before we drove onto the ferry for our trip to New Jersey. The hour and a half trip over was very luxurious with nice tall-back seats like in first class on an airplane. It was nippy enough on deck that I took several quick trips outside to snap photos, but was glad to join Debi in the warm comfort of the main cabin for most of the voyage.

When we arrived in Cape May, New Jersey, we immediately headed to the easternmost spit which runs along about half of New Jersey's southern coastline, and comprises the "Jersey Shore". The first town is Wildwood, which bowled us over with its abundant array of 1950's vintage motels. Almost every one had it's own dated sounding name (e.g. Gondelier, Carribean, Waikiki, Bucaneer, etc.) along with a matching bright color scheme. We loved in particular the fake palm trees which several motels used to decorate around their swimming pools. Also high on my list was the miniature golf course featuring several dinosaurs. The greatest thing about this area was that, although the themes and decor of all these motels had clearly been chosen in the 50's, almost all of them have been lovingly maintained with fresh paint, etc., which gave us a definite time-warp sensation as we drove through. Several years ago, we had driven on Route-66, in search of the iconic look of a past era. We found that experience much less real than this tour day, which seems much more authentic.

Next up were towns such as Stone Harbor, Avalon, and Sea Isle City. Suddenly, instead of interesting vintage motels, we saw row after row of very expensive looking, large, remodeled beach houses. After a while, the amount of premium real estate which we were viewing along this patch of shoreline kind of blew our minds. At least half of these places display "for rent" signs, so that it is clear that most of this area is used as vacation rentals during the summer season.

Further north we came to Atlantic City, which I was looking forward to after my introduction to its history from watching "Boardwalk Empire". We had both anticipated that it would be somewhat like driving through Las Vegas, so we were horrified to find it a terribly shabby old town, with a few extremely garish, but dated looking casino/hotels plopped down in the middle. The essence of all this for me was seeing, as we passed under one of Donald Trump's "lavish" hotels, that pigeons had built a rather large nest inside the "U" of TRUMP. The whole town left us feeling very sad. Debi wanted to ride our bikes around on the boardwalk which is between the hotels and the surf and see things from that side, but I was driving and never found a friendly looking place to park. Before we knew it, we were headed out of town and never got the bike tour to happen.

After this we headed up the turnpike for a while, but turned back to the shore at Seaside Heights, where "Jersey Shore" is filmed. This was a completely different experience with lots of modest little beach houses, combined with the the typically touristy ice cream, pizza, and t-shirt shops that we had expected further south today.

Our final resting place for the day is Allaire State Park near Farmingdale. It's a very sweet little campground with lots of trees, even though it's situated in the middle of a suburban neighborhood. Debi says this area reminds her from her childhood of typical New Jersey: green, country, with white clapboard houses.

A Day at Mount Vernon

Cape Henlopen State Park, DE

"It was a cold and drur day" (this quote credited to the Polly and Nancy tape-recorded "radio show" circa 1955) when we woke this morning. It had rained last night and our campground was shrouded in fog. As we continued our drive on Skyline Drive, Ned spotted a bear alongside the road. I took some pics, but the bear was only showing me his backside.

We eventually made it to George and Martha Washington's Home, Mt. Vernon. It took us awhile to find it. (Yes, there is a difference between Mt. Vernon Avenue and Mt. Vernon Parkway, oh google maps you perfectionist you.) We spent a good 3.5 hours exploring Mt. Vernon and we could have spent several hours more. The biggest challenge was re-submersion into civilization. After driving for 3 days on a pristine parkway with nary a stoplight or services, it was a bit harsh to be bombarded with fast foods, street lights and commuter traffic. Once we were on the grounds of Mt. Vernon every school child within a 100 mile radius had descended upon this place for their end of school field trip. Yikes. I forgot how noisy and rambunctious large packs of children can be.

Nonetheless, Mt. Vernon was truly remarkable. The grounds, the house, the outbuildings were fantastic, we got a kick out of seeing the "Riding Chair" carriage and the 3 hole Necessary house, but the education center and museum were really spectacular. Things I learned: George Washington pretty much started the French-Indian War single handedly - oops; his dentures were not made of wood but of hippopotamus and purchased slave teeth - he had 9 pairs; he owned 8000 acres of land and had the largest distillery in the country; he had 300 slaves and freed them upon his death; and even tho he was obsessive about good oral hygiene his teeth fell out by the age of 22 due to a mercury medicinal compound given to him in his youth.

The educational center also had several theaters and we managed to take in 3 or 4 small films. I loved learning about the strategy of GW's battles with the British during the Revolutionary War. It gave me such a deeper respect for his military brilliance. One theatre was a multi-media experience and as it told the story of GW crossing the Delaware River on Christmas Eve, a fog machine filled the theatre, fake snow fell from the ceiling and our seats shook when cannons went off. Pretty cool. We were sorry to have left, but we were approaching rush hour and needed to get the hell outta Mt. Vernon.

It took us several hours (much longer than anticipated) to get out of Washington, D.C., cross thru Maryland and reach the shores of Delaware. (Hey George, we'll be crossing Delaware Bay tomorrow and thinking of you!) Tonight we are having crab cakes at the Surfing Crab. Dang, just when I was getting used to the Southern drawl and everyone talking kinda slow, it took me a minute to adjust to our fast talking waiter with his Eastern clipped accent. Goodbye land of BBQ, hello world of seafood.