63 Reasons Why We Love The Cape Islands
63 Reasons Why We Love The Cape Islands
63 Reasons Why We Love The Cape Islands
Henry David Thoreau was a bit of a prophet when, after a three-day walk
along the outer Cape in 1849, he predicted, “This place will be a place of
resort for those New Englanders who really wish to visit the seaside.” But
even he would be astonished at how Cape Cod and its islands, Nantucket
and Martha’s Vineyard, have become one of the most recognized destinations
in the nation and around the globe. Every year the Cape and Islands region
draws an estimated six million visitors, most of whom come in the summer
— all the better to soak up the endless outdoor diversions of this oceanside
playground, from boardwalks to beaches to bike paths. There are classic
lighthouses to visit, whales to watch, and holes-in-one to sink at mini golf
courses. There’s handmade ice cream and superlative fried seafood practically
everywhere you look.
There are so many reasons to make a summer escape to the Cape and Islands,
in fact, that we filled more than two dozen pages of Yankee’s May/June
issue with a selection of our favorites. Read on to find out what we’ve loved
discovering on our trips to Cape Cod, Martha’s Vineyard, and Nantucket,
which might just inspire you to go out and find even more reasons of your
own.
5 Reasons Why We Love Cape
Cod: Things to Eat
Freshly churned ice cream, fried seafood feasts, delicious dueling
French bakeries, and more. Here are some of our favorite things to
eat on Cape Cod.
Players for the Orleans Firebirds, one of the 10 teams of college stars in the Cape Cod Baseball League.
Alex Gagne
A family biking moment on the Shining Sea Bikeway near Woods Hole.
Dan Cutrona
Ah, Those Links to Childhood
Looking much the same today as it did in the 1950s or ’60s—or will do,
years into the future—a summer day at a mini golf course is part sport, part
performance art, as players of all ages do battle with kitschy windmills and
lighthouses. Cape Cod is mini golf central, offering over a dozen courses that
differ wildly in theme and scope. But at each, the heart of the game remains:
children clutching little clubs, parents holding scorecards with a stubby pencil
tucked behind an ear. And the magical moment when the ball disappears into
a hole with a single stroke? A giddy joy that never gets old.
Among the Cape’s many mini-golf hot spots: Pirate’s Cove Adventure Golf in South Yarmouth.
Mark Fleming
Two hours later, the park is packed with families, and new arrivals are
claiming their spaces on the far hillside. We see youngsters fencing with light
sabers, and girls turning cartwheels on a strip of unblanketed grass. We see
teenagers—yes, teenagers—unpacking their coolers, taking selfies, and eating
to-go burgers and fries.
On town commons across New England, summer band concerts were once
the ultimate in unplugged entertainment. On Cape Cod, they still are. If the
weather holds, you can see six town bands—Harwich, Barnstable, Sandwich,
Brewster, Chatham, and Falmouth—in just eight days. You’ll hear marches,
Broadway showstoppers, pop tunes, classical hits, and big band spectaculars.
All outdoors, accompanied by the setting sun, under the gaze of gliding
great gulls. Many musicians, all volunteers, play in more than one band, and
within each ensemble you’ll find musical families: couples, kids, parents,
grandparents.
In Chatham, the crowds have been coming since the summer of 1932 (with a
few years off, when many band members were serving in WWII). While most
summer bands tend toward khakis and polo shirts, the Chatham Band dresses
up in spiffy blue and gold peaked caps and crisp red jackets—a tribute to
the Red Men’s Hall, where they were granted free rehearsal space in the late
1930s.
This most venerable of summer bands opens with its own theme song: “It’s
Band Time in Chatham.” Conductor Tom Jahnke, sporting a deep blue jacket
festooned with gold buttons—an homage to John Philip Sousa—strikes up the
band. Some of the regulars sing along. There must be a thousand of us here,
and there’s an electric energy in the air. When it’s time for the first march-
around, a few hundred concertgoers join the parade. (A march-around is
exactly what it sounds like: Holding the hands of any affiliated children, you
high-step it around the bandstand.) Tonight, and every Friday, we can count
on two march-arounds, two dance-arounds, and a bunny hop. The program
changes weekly—everything from Mary Poppins to Bruno Mars. But wait,
here’s a remarkable debut: “My Shot” from Hamilton, featuring rapper J.P.
Sousa, aka Tom Jahnke.
The Chatham Band closes every concert with “The Star-Spangled Banner.”
But just before the patriotic finale, Jahnke thanks everyone for coming. “That
feeling you are feeling now is Chatham Band love,” he says, suggesting we
hold on to it all week. Will it last that long? I’m not sure. But rising for the
national anthem, I know this: To feel the love, you have to show up early. —
Kate Whouley
Outside-the-Box Stores
• Atlantic Spice Company, North Truro: Discover a literal world of herbs and
spices (more than 250 in all, from Egyptian chamomile to Greek oregano)
at who lesale prices. atlanticspice.com
• Bird Watcher’s General Store, Orleans: One of the first-ever birding
specialty stores (c. 1983), this place has gear, gifts, guidance—and a great
sense of humor.
• Cape Cod Beach Chair Company, Harwich: Outside: a selfie-ready 10-foot-
tall beach chair. Inside: scaled-down but equally impressive handcrafted
wood-framed seaside seating.
• Marine Specialties, Provincetown: This vast space isn’t so much stocked
as encrusted with eclectic wares that span decades: military surplus, world
flags, dishes, flip-flops…. Allow plenty of time to take it all in.
• Dr. Gravity’s Kite Shop, Harwich Port: Here’s your one-stop not only for
every kind of kite—sport, parafoil, box, delta, diamond—but also for beach
supplies and toys. (Plus: candy!)
A bird’s-eye view of Provincetown’s Pilgrim Monument, the tallest granite structure in the U.S.
Mark Fleming
Science Is Happening!
Although Woods Hole boasts one of the nation’s most photographed
lighthouses (Nobska), its true wonder is the scores of scientists who come
here to further our understanding of the ocean and the life it holds. Their
work at such places as the Marine Biological Laboratory and the Woods Hole
Oceanographic Institution will help the world make crucial decisions about
climate change. Guided tours give a glimpse of the men and women engaged
in research that has never been so important.
Thanks to its location on the northwestern tip of the Cape, Race Point offers a front-row seat to sunset vistas.
Mark Fleming
Every Day There’s a Boat Parade
Hanging by the canal, checking out marine traffic? Yup. It’s a thing. On an
average summer day, between 200 and 300 boats will pass through the Cape
Cod Canal—from a 20-foot skiff to a cargo carrier. You’ll see tugboats, barges,
fishing vessels, and pleasure yachts. Cruise ships, too. They usually pass
through at night, when they’re all lit up. The paved pathways that run along
both sides of the canal are wheelchair-, stroller-, bicycle-, and pedestrian-
friendly.
Pirates!
Wrecked off Cape Cod in 1717 while carrying treasure from 50 plundered
ships, the Whydah Gally was discovered in 1984 by underwater adventurer
and Provincetown resident Barry Clifford. And at the Whydah Pirate Museum
in West Yarmouth, you can see the booty! Coins, cannons, handmade
weapons, and even a leg bone are part of a fascinating collection drawn from
the more than 200,000 artifacts Clifford and his team have recovered. And
if you’re really into the undersea-adventure angle, check out the Expedition
Whydah Sea Lab and Learning Center in P-town, which serves as the
headquarters for the ongoing exploration.
It Rewards Wandering
Puzzling out directions on Cape Cod isn’t easy: To go “down Cape,” you travel
north toward Provincetown; to go “up Cape,” you head south and west toward
Bourne and Falmouth. So keep a map handy, but be open to serendipity. The
Cape’s 400 square miles are packed with summer hot spots—some of which
you might discover only by letting yourself get lost.
For the past two days I’d navigated traffic and tourists, but there was another
Cape, a longtime Eastham resident told me—one you could find if you were
willing to trek off the busy path. An empty beach, an endless expanse of sand
and weather-beaten shacks. You just had to look for it.
I arrived at the Snail Road access trail off Route 6 in Provincetown and began
walking. I galloped up one dune to find an expansive natural landscape
that seemed a galaxy away from the Cape’s crowds but in reality was only a
fewmiles from souvenir shops, bars, and restaurants.
A full afternoon sun was right on top of me as I strolled along a rough trail,
a ribbon of sand that eventually crossed a narrow dune-buggy road. I made
my way up a small hill, and there it was, the dune shack I’d fixed my eyes on,
nestled into the earth as though it had fully accepted its fate: that one day it
would be consumed by the sands. A mix of vegetation—mostly shrubs and
unwieldy patches of dune grass—framed the building, whose worn cedar
shingles gave it an inviting appearance. A rusted lock kept the old door shut.
World-Class Lifeguards
Not all Cape waters are smooth waters. Some of the most powerful surf on the
East Coast can be found on the Outer Cape’s east-facing beaches. But know
this: When you’re riding the waves along the Cape Cod National Seashore,
you’re being watched over by an elite crew of lifeguards whose basic training
is supplemented by 30 hours of preseason training and sharpened by daily
workouts throughout the summer. Plus, many National Seashore lifeguards
have years or even decades of experience. You may never need these pros, but
in this unforgiving part of the Atlantic, you’ll be glad they’re here if you do.
People-Watching in Provincetown
I am a person who forgets things—names, the dates of essential historical
events, where I was two Christmases ago. I blame this partly on genetics (my
dad is famously forgetful) and partly on the drugs I experimented with in
college, some of which I remember.
But I haven’t forgotten the first time I visited Provincetown. I was a 27-year-
old Californian who had recently relocated to Boston, a city I found beautiful
but not as interesting as San Francisco, the once-quirky place where I grew
up. A few months into my new New England life, I was told by gays, writers,
and an opinioned grandmother from South Boston that I must visit a place
called P-town, at the tip of a place called Cape Cod. Norman Mailer also
recommended it. “There could be no other town like it,” he wrote.
I arrived by boat in July (as one does), and after a short walk along a pier I
found myself on Commercial Street, the town’s main drag, where a seemingly
unusual but actually quite common P-town summer scene played out before
me. There was John Waters on a bicycle. There was a drag queen with terrific
posture laughing about something with a family from Ohio. There was a tank
top–wearing young man on a moped stopping (too abruptly!) to flirt with tank
top–wearing young men on a balcony. There were townies just trying to get to
the post office. There was a middle-aged lesbian couple talking to their dog.
There was an older man (in his 50s) and a younger man (in his 20s) walking
together and smiling, and I couldn’t be sure if they were lovers or father and
son. There was a large man in a harness carrying a small man in a Speedo.
There was a street performer playing the piano. There were teenagers from
the suburbs, grown men from Dallas, a shirtless Jamaican on a skateboard, a
Don’t miss the people-watching in Provincetown.
Illustration by Nigel Buchanan
painter lugging his supplies, an activist shouting to be heard, and a handsome
man who seemed like trouble. (I would come to learn that my instincts were
correct: He was running away from many things, including quite possibly the
authorities. People come to P-town to lose themselves and to find themselves.)
Serenity Now
You can count on the typical Martha’s Vineyard garden—pink roses, blue
hydrangeas, white picket fences—to delight the eye. To feed the soul, though,
spend an afternoon in the very untypical garden of Mytoi, a Japanese-style
gem on Chappaquiddick. Nearly destroyed by a 1991 hurricane, this 14-
acre landscape of intimate gardens, winding paths, and hidden nooks was
rejuvenated by the Trustees of Reservations (which also owns the nearby Cape
Poge Wildlife Refuge and the nature reserve Wasque, two oases in their own
right).
carousel in America, the Flying Horses Carousel (kids will delight in the
chance to grab at an honest-to-goodness brass ring). After browsing the shops
lining the avenue—and maybe indulging in a scoop of Mad Martha’s ice
cream—it’s off to the Oak Bluffs Campground, a neighborhood of wee 19th-
century cottages painted in all colors of the rainbow. Lush greenery and the
shade of a gazebo await at Ocean Park, an ideal spot for a walk, a game of
Frisbee, or a picnic lunch. And for those who inevitably while away the entire
day in Oak Bluffs, the delicious aroma of gourmet pastries will lead the way to
Back Door Donuts, a landmark bakery whose “back door” opens from 7 p.m.
to 1 a.m.
Vessels from the local fishing fleet in Menemsha Harbor.
Lori Pedrick
Big Sails
Of all the celebrities summering on Nantucket, none are as welcoming to
paparazzi as the tall ship Lynx, a handsome replica of a topsail schooner that
sailed as a privateer during the War of 1812. Snap a photo as it glides through
Nantucket Harbor in July and August—or better yet, climb aboard for a trip
back into maritime history.
Nantucket Reds
You can be on a dude ranch in Wyoming and step out in your favorite faded
red-to-pink trousers, and immediately everyone knows where you’ve been—
and a little something about who you are. The island’s signature clothing line
began in the 1960s not long after Philip C. Murray took over his father’s Main
Street clothing shop. Today, Murray’s Toggery Shop remains the only place
on the world that’s legally allowed to claim it sells authentic Nantucket Reds
attire.
Local Lore Is a Whale of a Tale
For the better part of a century, Nantucket was the world’s whaling capital. The
dangerous but lucrative industry made it one of the wealthiest communities
in America and left every captain’s house, lighthouse, and harbor with a tale
worth telling. Learn even a few of them at the Nantucket History Association’s
Whaling Museum, and your sense of the island will be transformed.
Family-Friendly
Wequassett Resort & Golf Club, Harwich
A pirate-ship playground, old-school ice cream truck, and activity-packed
Children’s Center (scavenger hunts, movie nights)—what’s not to love?
wequassett.com
Winnetu, Edgartown
Antique fire truck rides and an oversize outdoor chess set? Fun. The “family
beach survival kit” with towels, a kite, sand castle supplies, and more? Genius.
Wauwinet, Nantucket
Pampering is a foregone conclusion at this elite retreat, where the staff-to-
guest ratio is nearly 3 to 1.
On the Water
Best Bakery,
Seafood Spot, Farm-
to-Table…and More!
Every table has an ocean view at the Beach House at the Chatham Bars Inn.
Courtesy of the Chatham Bars Inn
Senior food editor Amy Traverso shares her list of the best places
to eat on the Cape, from beachfront dining to the perfect cup
of coffee.
For decades, Cape Cod was seen as a vacation destination that offered every
possible summer attraction … except a vibrant dining scene. Not anymore.
Now that tourists have discovered the lure of shoulder seasons, restaurants
have a more reliable customer base from spring through fall. And, as if
making up for lost time, chefs have been flocking to the Cape, rediscovering
the wealth of local seafood, importing every of-the-moment food trend
(kombucha, burrata, hakuna matata), partnering with local farms, and figuring
out the complicated economics of how to thrive in a seasonal market. Thanks
to their efforts, the region is a food lover’s dream.
As part of Yankee’s May/June travel feature “63 Reasons Why We Love the
Cape and Islands,” I’m sharing some of my favorite Cape dining spots. So
when you start planning your own getaway, be sure to bring your appetite!
The Brewster Fish House, formerly a fish market, sets the bar for fresh, innovative seafood.
Courtesy of Brewster Fish House
What started out decades ago as a local fish market is now a destination
restaurant, and as the Cape’s dining scene grows more ambitious, the Brewster
Fish House keeps raising the bar. Yes, there’s perfect chowder, but also crudo
and a New England spin on bouillabaisse layered with Maine crab and sweet
lobster. Vegetarians and meat lovers are well cared for (as are gluten-free
diners), but try not to miss chef Erik Schnackenberg’s many takes on monkfish
(as a chop with pancetta and kale in autumn; as medallions with fiddleheads
in spring).
Fans of Jonathan and Karen Haffmans mourned the loss of Vers in Chatham,
but the ambitious modern American restaurant reopened in Orleans and it’s
drawing visitors from both ends of the Cape. Jonathan Haffmans’s cooking
could be described as painterly: Take one perfect ingredient, then layer on
complementary flavors to achieve a perfect whole. And given how beautiful
his plating is, the visual metaphor works. This is artful cooking, but never
stuffy.
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