Leaving Vikki to her slumbers, Rosemary and I set off to explore. Well, first we had to find a way to package my swing chair so it would survive the plane, but the Hyannis Kinko’s took care of that. Then we stumbled upon the Maritime Museum and got directions to the Hyannis Light. Such as it is…
That’s not a trick of photography, it really is that short. Rosemary dubbed it a “lighthouse in training.” I suppose it’s useful, sort of, being on a corner as it is, but really, it looks like a backyard toy.
Fortunately, the helpful soul at the museum also told us where to go to see Sandy Neck Light, all the way across the Cape. We debated about going that far but decided to go for it…then realized it was a whopping 5 miles away. (I’ll never get used to the squashedness of New England.) She said to take 6A, then turn north on most any street, so we picked one, ignored the “dead end – no turn around” sign, and found a view.
Not only that, off our little dead end road was the entrance to the Mass Audubon Long Pasture Wildlife Sanctuary. We popped in for a visit.
…intending to circle the pond, when we encountered this guy:
Backing away sloooowly, we decided on an alternate route. Not wise in the ways of skunks, we thought it might be as well to alert any of Pepe’s friends and relations that we were there, so we sang our way through the woods until we came upon a clearing and found:
And these nice people, who were trimming the goats’ hooves and didn’t mention our singing in the woods.
We chatted a bit, then went on our way. When we came to a fork in the road, we took it.
Which, eventually—I’m not exactly good at trail maps & Rosemary admits she has no sense of direction, but we weren’t THAT lost—led us back to the visitor center.
It has a fabulous view of the water and Sandy Neck Light. I think I could live here. But we rather think Ranger Rick and his wife already do, and that might be a problem. Plus the fact that it’s a bird sanctuary and I have two cats might also be a problem. But one can dream, right?