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Monday Sep 28, 2015 #
5 PM
Road/trail 37:49 2.45 mi (15:26 / mi) +103m 13:39 / mi
Cuttyhunk visit. Took 9.5 hrs to get here! 4.5 driving to the Cape in Monday am traffic like I did not foresee.
From 495 on Rte 3 to Rt128 was stop & go & from where I got on 128 to Rte 2A in Concord, the same. Took 2A/2 to 495 and then south. It turned from sunny to showery. I’d dismissed Cuttyhunk but went to Falmouth Hts. to see if I could find Courtenay. It looked pretty good on Vineyard Sound so I came here in an abiding southerly.
End of season, pretty empty & nice. Got ashore just before 6p and tried to get to west end but found some dead ends and No Trespassing signs. Will try tomorrow. Got to some vantages. C’hunk is a small ship surrounded by what seems to be big ocean though it isn’t. Found a few tracks and ran some hills & admired the moorlands - but no sheep .
Harked back to a November eve before 1984 when Beth & I came hereon Rhodora. I was running laps from the Compass Rose intersection to the island height (maybe 1 mi per RT) and Beth was lying on the rose in the middle of the intersection in the November dark which I never knew until much later. And didn’t trip on her - that would have been an awakening.
From 495 on Rte 3 to Rt128 was stop & go & from where I got on 128 to Rte 2A in Concord, the same. Took 2A/2 to 495 and then south. It turned from sunny to showery. I’d dismissed Cuttyhunk but went to Falmouth Hts. to see if I could find Courtenay. It looked pretty good on Vineyard Sound so I came here in an abiding southerly.
End of season, pretty empty & nice. Got ashore just before 6p and tried to get to west end but found some dead ends and No Trespassing signs. Will try tomorrow. Got to some vantages. C’hunk is a small ship surrounded by what seems to be big ocean though it isn’t. Found a few tracks and ran some hills & admired the moorlands - but no sheep .
Harked back to a November eve before 1984 when Beth & I came hereon Rhodora. I was running laps from the Compass Rose intersection to the island height (maybe 1 mi per RT) and Beth was lying on the rose in the middle of the intersection in the November dark which I never knew until much later. And didn’t trip on her - that would have been an awakening.