Sunshine accompanied Melisa on her walks nearly every day I attended the writing workshop. It figures that on the days I’m able to go outside and snap a few photos the skies turn an ominous and depressing gray.
Oh well. I take what I can get. I’ve not transferred any of my Nikon shots to the PC and, in fact, I’ve not used my Nikon a whole lot. But, I did use the Samsung Note II on a number of occasions, so I will share a few of those shots in this brief update.
I’m too tired and my mind too fried to remember the locations of all these shots, but these are all from “the Vineyard.” Yes, I am now one of them folks who can say “I was at the Vineyard this past week.”
I can even drop the names of a couple of well-known authors I’ve met there. But, I’m uncomfortable in any Kennedy-like role, so I’ll refrain from it.
The above shot looks as if it could benefit from Paper Artist . . .
. . . perhaps this previous favorite . . .
Eh, perhaps I’ll do better on Topaz once I’m home.
Meanwhile, a few more sights from the Vineyard.
Hmm . . . another potential target for Paper Artist, methinks.
I also have a number of shots of autumn-tinted-trees lining various Vineyard roads, but those will wait until I get home.
All too soon, it was time to leave the island.
The destination was Cape Cod. Again, I was looking forward to saying stuff like “the Cape is mucho droll this time of year.”
Alas, the Cape was drab and largely uninteresting. I did not snap many photos because most of it was a huge disappointment. I started wondering if perhaps its reputation was more that of a status symbol as opposed to a place people like. The only photo I took was of this beach:
Yes, I snapped a few more photos at this beach, but for now this one will suffice.
I then made a HUGE mistake . . . we went to eat here:
The thinking was to have yet another sampling of Fish-n-Chips. Alas, I saw a seafood saffron risotto on the menu, and opted for it, instead.
Since most of those meals are generally small, I also ordered what turned out to be a very rich (creamy) lobster & clam chowder.
Three pieces of corn bread with butter and an empty chowder cup later, the meal arrived . . .
Just in case it’s not obvious, that plate is deep. There were three big oysters and a number of mussels, pieces of crab and lobster, pieces of calamari, three or four large shrimp, good-size pieces of swordfish, numerous pieces of scallops, and lots of rice swimming in another rich creamy sauce.
There is something most people don’t know about me . . . I eat a lot. At home, I can generally polish off a half a pound of pasta without breaking a sweat, and that’s after my pre-dinner snacks and before my after-dinner snacks. A Big-C hamburger is no match for me, even with a large order of fries.
I don’t remember the last time I was unable to finish something I ordered. In fact, I usually help Melisa finish whatever she orders (unless, of course, she orders a salad).
I will remember this meal for having bested me . . .
We are traveling, so the leftovers were not put in a doggie bag. That’s something that grates on me, wasting food, but I simply had no other choice.
I asked the server if anyone ever finishes this particular dish, and she said no. I believed her.
Tomorrow Plymouth, and then possibly Salem. Then, Tuesday home.
It’s been a great trip. Melisa fulfilled her goal of having set foot on all 50 States. I found out I suck less than some (at least when it comes to writing). We ate a number of good meals. Most of all, we met amazing people.
Even more amazing, I discovered the land of plenty (of Dunkin’ Donuts). Except for our time on Martha’s Vineyard, we were never more than a half mile from a Dunkin’ Donuts. Tomorrow I plan to buy another 25 glazed munchkins to bring the total for the trip to an even 100.
Wait . . . did you believe me when I said “brief update”? Suckers!
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