Have you ever wanted to try a traditional New England clambake?
Lobster Wrapped in Seaweed 7.22.2017
A clambake usually includes lobster and clams along with sweet corn, potatoes, onion and an egg.
These are wrapped in seaweed, covered with a brown tarp and steamed in an open fire pit.
The hard-boiled egg is used to determine when the bake is done.
You can travel to picturesque Boothbay Harbor, Maine, then on to Cabbage Island by boat to enjoy a great New England clambake.
The Bennie Alice departs from Boothbay Harbor to take you to Cabbage Island daily.
Boothbay Harbor, ME 7.22.2017
Bennie Alice Boat 7.22.2017
Boothbay Lighthouse 7.22.2017
Cabbage Island is lovely with beautiful sea views. Select to eat on outdoor picnic benches or under a large covered shed.
A badminton net stretches across a lawn and a bean-bag toss game is available for energetic visitors. Pretty flowers dot the landscape.
Cabbage Island Flowers 7.22.2017
Start with the hot clam chowder. Then, relish freshly caught lobsters and vegetables topped off with delicious, Maine blueberry cake.
Clambake Tray 7.22.2017
Play some games or pet one of the Cabbage Island’s huge Maine Coon cats.
Here is Nugs taking a cat-nap in a shady spot after lunch.
Nugs Napping 7.22.2017
One of the cooks said that Nugs is actually an excellent mouse catcher. This inspired me to fold a Hunting Origami Cat.
Hunting Cat 7.23.2017
Annoying noise on the table. Abbreviated gyrations. Receipt of a text message.
Pleasantries from New York City followed by a request and an invitation.
A friend needs a place to stay overnight.
She will miss the last ferry to Martha’s Vineyard. Plans to open her island house for the summer. Why don’t I join her for the weekend? Is it June already?
I love the Vineyard and the sea. But, I’m exhausted from work and the last weekend activities.
Affirmative response to the request and negative one for the invitation.
That night, my dreams are filled with the sound of waves, silvery fish, seahorses, the warmth of the sun, a beach and seashells.
It’s late when she arrives on Friday evening. Gift of lovely white roses.
White Roses 6.4.2017
We chat: her son’s graduation, relationship with her husband and his Indian family, the Martha’s Vineyard house, her new job. I complain about the usual.
We’re up early the next morning, she to catch the ferry at Woods Hole, me for my weekly swim at the Y.
I navigate as she hastily drives through Harvard Square then on to Central Square.
“How pretty Cambridge is,” she remarks.
She drops me off at the YMCA and I watch the back of her car disappear down Massachusetts Avenue.