After a day of driving in atrocious weather, I made a quick stop in New London, CT for nostalgia's sake and ran into some old friends. And then it was out to Cape Cod, seemingly stopping at every whaling museum in Massachusetts. A fan of all things nautical, I enjoyed strolling through New Bedford, imagining myself in the opening chapters of Moby Dick.
Nantucket's whaling museum was the best in my opinion. New Bedford had a larger collection but those Quakers seem to have a knack for better organization and presentation. Beautiful scrimshaw and an impressive array of hideously efficient medieval-looking weaponry used to kill and chop up whales. The most memorable tale is one of the poor sap, often a small boy, that was lowered inside a hole in the whale's head to haul out the spermaceti oil with a bucket (cue nauseous puking sounds). The things we do for oil, but I guess some things never change...
|Thar' she blows! Nantucket Whaling Museum|
|Scrimshaw, Nantucket Whaling Museum|
|At the end of Cape Cod is the beautifully restored Race Point Life Saving Station, a precursor to the US Coast Guard.|
Dad and I were able to erase a longstanding asterisk on the summit of Champlain Mountain. We had wanted to hike it on our previous family trip but were weathered off. I'm glad we waited all these years later - the views of the Atlantic Coast were incredible, the Gulf of Maine full of colorful lobster buoys.
|Loon, 2 o'clock|
|The Great Chimney, Otter Cliffs|
|Rapping down the Yellow Wall, Otter Cliffs|
|Yellow Wall, Otter Cliffs|
|Family hike up the Beehive.|