Welfleet

So, shortly after my birthday, my dad and I left for Cape Cod. Every year we take two weeks up at the family vacation house (we gave up a week so my Aunt and Uncle who usually never go could have some time this year).

Last year, when we visited Welfleet, we kept seeing signs around town saying "Pray for Caleb." Curious, we Googled the name, and discovered the Potter family. Caleb's mother has been blogging since Caleb's initial accident, and over the past year, I have been drawn to her blog for her wonderful way with words, and also to admire the strength that this family has had, to weather the storms thrown their way in the past year.

Now, in addition to the usual activities when I visit the Cape, I have a new one: keeping my eyes open for a possible "Potter sighting" around town. Although we have never met, I feel drawn to the strength of this family, and there was always a thought in the back of my mind: "I wonder if I'll bump into them somewhere... on the sidewalk in front of the Lighthouse, at Mac's Shack, at the library." It is always followed by another thought: "I wonder who else I am passing on these same streets that has just as much strength and just as many trials as the Potter family." It has made me curious about the lives of other people I know nothing about.

The above few paragraphs came into my head as I was taking a walk on Newcomb Hollow Beach, observing some surfers. Several times, I have seen pictures of Caleb or his brothers with their surfboards, and one thought leads to another, especially when one is walking contemplatively on a beach. Inspired, I snapped a few photos.


The moment passed, and our walk led us to an area where an old shipwreck washed ashore during a storm some months ago. Dad's Captain Morgan pose seemed appropriate for some reason.


Notice the wooden spikes. No metal screws for this ship... it makes me appreciate the age of the wood so much better.


You have to wonder why something that has been underwater for 300 years suddenly decided to float again. That must have been one heck of a storm.


How do heavy things wash up onto the beach? I have no idea.


Just a cool scene at high tide on a trail down south of Welfleet somewhere.


Last year I took all bird and flower pictures, so this year I thought I would expand my horizons a little.


I took several pictures of the grass but this is my favorite.


Sign at the beach:


Up near Providence, I'm back to non-stop pictures of flowers.


Oh the things you can find in P-town.



(BTW, Steve and my mom followed us up to the Cape a few days later- after mom took her certification exam. She will find out in a few weeks if she passed, but I have confidence in her. She's a good student! My brother stayed home... he already took a bunch of days off work for other things.)


Hey, we were in Provincetown for Pete's sake. Straight people are allowed to be a little gay if they want to.


The fog was hiding the lighthouse, Steve wanted to make sure everyone could find it.


Greedy little guy isn't he?


Meet Stumpy. A greedy chipmunk with an extra short tail.


Not Stumpy, therefore, its ok to pretend to eat him.