{"id":15516,"date":"2021-10-18T05:54:50","date_gmt":"2021-10-18T12:54:50","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/?p=15516"},"modified":"2021-12-02T05:45:21","modified_gmt":"2021-12-02T12:45:21","slug":"menemsha","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/?p=15516","title":{"rendered":"Menemsha"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Last night’s sunset was so sweet<\/strong> that I can still feel the savory tingle the colors left on my tongue. I rise this morning to the ocean’s breeze coming in softly through the large deck doors as the coffee brews.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n

Today I will do as the locals do, and just hang out in Menemsha<\/a>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Let’s start with a morning walk<\/strong> along the country roads, observing the work routines of farm houses getting the land ready for Summer. I find a path through the bramble and thicket that seems to wind it’s way down the cliffside. Eventually I come to the Atlantic ocean.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Lobster traps lay littered along the shore<\/strong>, not abandoned but lying in wait to be used once again when the owner’s are hungry. A canoe is safely tucked against the lee of a large stone so that the incoming tide doesn’t take the boat out to sea.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n

I carry onward<\/strong> until I eventually arrive to the small harbor in town. A couple of local fish markets are here, and so I see what fish specials are on the menu for today, solely based upon the luck the hearty fisherman had earlier in the day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I get lucky, and stock up on clams, chowder, and a lobster roll.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Shopping for food one day<\/strong> at a time seems to work out well for me here. You never really know what one may be feeling one day to the next. I take my brown paper bag full of ocean goodness and start the long walk back to the cottage. I stroll along next to mossy stone walls that remind me of my first trip to Boston a little over ten years ago.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A tire swing<\/strong> is slowly swaying back and forth as I pass it by. Being pushed only by a ghostly breeze, I capture the movement as a woman comes across my path.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Lovely day isn’t it. Mind if I ask what you are taking a picture of?”<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

I tell her that the tire swing reminds me of a happy childhood memory. She smiles warmly and wishes me well. The dark clouds that bring promise of rain are starting to become prominent in the skies above.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The winds pick up as I enter the cottage. I start preparations for lunch as the rain starts to fall. Time to gather some wood, as I’ll need a fire later tonight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Menemsha.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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