I was on Cape Cod this past weekend, visiting family. I go to Cape Cod a few times a year. My relatives are in Orleans, the only Cape Cod town without an English or Native name. Orleans is the beginning of the "Outer Cape", which is the part that sticks out into the ocean even more. Or, if you think of Cape Cod as a flexed arm, it's everything above and after the elbow, up to the curled fist. There's a saying that you've never really been to Cape Cod until you've been to the Outer Cape.
Here's a little selection of random pictures from a cold, rainy weekend that is typical of the ethereal feeling you get here and other outerlands, like Scotland or Ireland or Newfoundland or the Outer Banks.
Great pictures! The Outer Cape is a really special place. This is the first year in quite a few (2020 excepted) that my husband and I are not going to Provincetown. I am already sick about it. Thanks for the visuals.
There's something special about that sandbar flora and fauna. Growing up in Mass, everywhere has the same coastal mixed deciduous forest feel. But the Cape actually is just a giant sandbar pocked by kettle ponds, and crossing the Canal feels like crossing into a whole different region of the country. There's a bit of a New Jersey Pine Barrens feel to it.
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