A Cape Cod Notebook

One windy afternoon I was leaning into a shaky ladder, scraping blistered paint off a second-story window frame in Orleans, when the kitchen phone rang.

I never met Irene but I think I would have liked her.What little I know of her comes from the bench placed in her memory at Shawme-Crowell State Forest in Sandwich.

There is a neighborhood at the far eastern end of Nantucket called Codfish Park. Most of the cottages here are tiny—cozy, a realtor might say—shingles situated right in the sand.

The other day I was walking through a small private cemetery full of 19th century gravestones when I came upon one for “Ruth Ann, daughter of/ Henry and Ruth Sears, / died November 19, 1836,/ aged 1 year, 8 mo.”

My chum, who these days walks the Outer Beach more often than I do, commented that “high tides are reaching further up the beach than they used to.”

Seth Rolbein, a journalist living in Wellfleet, recalls his time aboard the fishing boat Miss Sandy and its Captain Louie Rivers.

My mother has spent the spring and the better part of the summer fixing up my grandparent’s house.

It was on a beautiful day in mid-July that I had my first and only experience with one of the rarest and most unusual habitats on Cape Cod: a quaking bog.

This summer is the 65th anniversary of the Wellfleet Drive-in, the only drive-in movie theater on Cape Cod.

Cummiquid writer Susan Moeller has a bit of a beef with leaf blowers.