Wednesday – July 8, 2015

It’s Frisbee Wednesday again. We’ve passed the big summer holiday weekend. The fireworks have been shot. The band played on. Time to move along and get down to the serious work of summering. In a word, that means vacation.

Hyannis Cafe

You have an obligation to have a good time and doing it at home is the coward’s way out. To have a proper good time, you have to go somewhere crowded. Popular. If parking isn’t difficult or impossible, you’ve clearly chosen the wrong place to be.

Hyannisport docked yachts

In this spirit, let me welcome you to Hyannisport. A beautiful harbor. Magnificent yachts. Blue sky, blue water. Happy people.

Yummy fried clams. Acid reflux comes free with each order.

Enjoy the beautiful white sand beaches, the birds gliding over the ocean and the harbor.

Although everything is ridiculously expensive and you’ll have to fight your way through throngs of tourists, it’s part of the experience. Of course, you could go off-season as we have done for many years … September or October, even November … but that might lessen the experience.


It was 76 miles as the road goes, but it took us three hours to get to Hyannis from Uxbridge. Not bad, considering it was a snail trail all the way. No matter. We were in a festive mood. No screaming and cursing from us as we crawled to Cape Cod.

Dock harbor hyannisport

We made it. The moment we saw the place, we got a that sinking feeling. You know what I mean. The asphalt in the parking was in shards. You can’t find the office because there’s a backhoe parked out front. Somehow, you know your room is right behind the backhoe.


“The last lady loved it. She had three little kids and said it kept them entertained.”

Sea Queen Hyannisport

“We don’t have kids. I prefer not to spend my week on the Cape up close and personal with a back hoe.” Humor was lost on our hostess. I had a headache.

dock wharf hyannisport harbor

The only other available unit was on the second floor and of course, there was no elevator or assistance to haul our luggage. I had asked for a room with handicapped access. “Well,” she said, “You’d have to talk to your exchange group about that.”

It was late. We were tired. Fighting was futile. We had paid in advance. It’s good to know when you’re beaten.

Barnstable hawk sunset

Garry had that look he gets when he’s mad as hell, but knows there’s no point in fighting. He knows a dump when he sees one. As he pointed out later as we haul our tons of stuff up the steep flight of stairs … “We’ve stayed in worse.”

Sad, but true.

In Montreal, we shared our room with hot and cold running cockroaches. That was worse.

The mattress on the bed was long past its prime. By the time we encountered it, it was a weary, used up, bitter mattress. Lumpy. Unforgiving. Hard as a rock.


The bathroom was so bad it was funny. “It has,” Garry said, “A certain ‘Je ne sais quoi.’ ” I was laughing hysterically as I pulled out a camera and took a few shots. Too awful. A dump. But, for one, joyous vacation week, our dump.

fishing Hyannisport

When you can’t fix it, soldier on.

The weather was with us. We had been to beautiful places and spent a whole week watching the rain pour down. This time, it was a crappy hotel, but the weather was perfect.

Hyannis harbor docks

When you are on vacation, great weather beats luxury accommodations. Especially when you are a photography enthusiast, even more if you are a couple and both of you are enthusiasts. We grabbed our gear. And took hundreds of pictures.


Sometimes, when I go looking for a picture, I find more than I bargained for. In this case, an entire file of pictures Garry took in Hyannisport. I downloaded them, but apparently that’s all I did. Only two of them ever made it into publication.

Last night, while the Boston Pops played a bunch of drivel instead of the patriotic, inspirational music I expected, I went through the file and realized these are great pictures. And here they are! Summertime on Cape Cod.

At the dock in Hyannisport, by Garry Armstrong.


A rerun from October, 2013. A great vacation, if you didn’t count the hotel …

futon bed cape cod

What a perfect prompt  for this bright and shining day. Waking up this morning on an old futon with the entire room buzzing and rumbling from the vibrations of heavy machinery.


We slept in the tiny living room of our seedy resort because the bed (in the bedroom) was sagging in the middle and hard as concrete. We are in Hyannis, Cape Cod.

Cape Cod Bathroom

Outside, I can hear the machinery thrumming. I don’t know what it’s doing and maybe it’s better if I don’t know. It would just worry me.

The elegant, understated kitchen vent.

The elegant, understated kitchen vent.

In the middle of the night, there was the sound of little feet scrambling around near the bed by the kitchen.

“What the hell?” I said to myself, leaping out of bed but making a circuitous loop before checking out that noise. I wanted to know what that sound was but also I didn’t really want to know — or step on something soft, warm, full of teeth and tiny claws. The non-paying residents of Unit 17 had come out to play (dum de dum dum).

See? They repair stuff. The screen is carefully repaired with cello-tape.

See? They repair stuff. The screen is carefully repaired with cello-tape.

Garry had removed his hearing aids, so he was spared this. I think he might have fled screaming. A brave man and true, but not in the face of rats. He has met rats, figuratively and literally and didn’t like them.

News Flash:  Screams were heard drifting from the Cape Winds Hotel last night. Missing are Mr. and Mrs. Armstrong, of Uxbridge, Massachusetts … Film at 11.

Please, someone … tell me we don’t have rats living in here …. anything but rats (or spiders).

Please join us for coffee on on charming patio.

Please join us for coffee on our charming patio.


AUTUMN on Cape Cod garry

It’s gotten to naked tree time. The piece of autumn between the gorgeous foliage and winter. It’s still warm enough to go coatless most days and although there are cold snaps, even a hint of snow, it’s not really winter. Not seriously. Yet.

autumn maple foliage

And I have a lot of pictures of autumn. It is so beautiful, I try to take a lot of pictures during those brief but glorious few weeks.

fall foliage riverbend

Winter will come all too soon. Until it does, it’s autumn on Serendipity!