Monday, August 27, 2018

Great White Shark Spotted In Buzzards Bay


Great White Sharks are perhaps the most fearsome predators in our waters. Orcas are tougher, and win when they fight sharks, but sharks have the better publicist.

The GWS is also thought of as a Cape Cod problem, but that is selling them short. They, like the proverbial 800 pound gorilla, can go where they want to go.

Proof of that was spotted in Buzzards Bay (the body of water, not the Bourne village) Sunday.

Sharktivity reported (and WCVB seconded) a sighting of a 17 foot Great White Shark off of Penikese Island. Penikese Island is one of Elizabeth Islands, and part of the town of Gosnold.

Gosold is home to 75 souls making it the least populous town in Massachusetts. However, it isn't that far from Horseneck Beach, which is a major destination for beachgoers.

The last fatal shark attack in Massachusetts history happened in Buzzards Bay, off of Mattapoisett. That was 1936, but the victim was no less dead.

Keep in mind that sharks are looking to eat seals, and any attack on a human would most likely be a mistake.

Don't say that we didn't warn you.



Is It Time To Forgive Sagamore Beach BBQ?


Everyone on Earth saw the fallout of the texts between an employer and an employee from Sagamore Beach BBQ. I was asked about it in Duxbury, and even had a woman from Nashua mention it to me.

Ahhh... Facebook.

The uproar damaged the business, at the height of the summer, which is the season that makes or breaks Cape Cod businesses. I go by there a lot, and it's like a ghost town. 

Is it time to cut this guy some slack?

I am of two minds on this one. There is nothing worse than a horrible boss, with the possible exception of a man who screams at children.

We have all had rotten bosses and we have all had rotten employees. I have been fired with a punch to the face before, and I have given my 14 days notice by punching the boss in the face and then stomping on him 13 times while he lay on the ground.

I haven't had to beat one of my employees... but the day ain't over yet, as Jack Palance once said.

The Sagamore Beach BBQ guy did apologize to the kid and his family, and did a public mea culpa on the various Facebook pages of Bourne and Plymouth.

Bourne gave him a lesson about how to treat employees that he felt in his bank account. Nobody wants a screaming boss in their territory.

However, he is more than a jerk. He is A) a business owner renting a shop in a struggling Sagamore Beach area, B) a guy who employs local residents, and C) the only place around who sells Brisket.

Brisket, while not a complicated dish, does require intense and time-consuming labor. One must perform a spice rub and then cook the meat over indirect heat for up to 12 to 24 hours. One cannot say "I think I'll make some brisket tonight" and stop on the way home to grab the necessary materials. You have to devote a full day to it.

The BBQ man is not the man who you want to chase away from your town. It benefits us all of this man succeeds and if his business gets a good reputation. He will employ local residents and pay local taxes for a generation.

Yes, he seems to be an ass. Most chefs are. A chef is somewhat like a general on the battlefield, in that certain eccentricities must be allowed.

He did bad and he was punished for it. It may be time to move on. I could use some ribs, now that you mention it...

We lifted this picture from the Sagamore Beach BBQ  website


Is A Dune As Good As A Seawall?


People who propose a strategy of not making seawall repairs need to take a good look at the picture above.

That is the former dune that was charged with protecting the parking lot at Duxbury Beach Park. The picture was taken shortly after the Blizzard of '78.

It was annihilated by the Blizzard, which had the strength of a weak hurricane. I lived there at the time, and these pictures have not been altered.

The same Blizzard didn't put a scratch on the seawall that stood 100 yards north. That seawall, shoddily built and not maintained at all, made it 40 more years and still stands today.

That dune not only protects the parking lot, it protects mainland Duxbury. As you can see, it doesn't do much protecting when a big storm comes around.

The picture below is taken from about the same vantage point. It shows what gets hit by waves once the dune is gone, with "what gets hit" meaning "Powder Point."


Much of Duxbury Beach is protected by dunes. A good portion of the spring season is spent restoring those dunes after the ocean has at them with winter storms.

Duxbury is protected by two barrier beaches. One is Duxbury Beach, and the other is Cape Cod. The protection from Cape Cod ends right about where those pictures were taken. North of that, Duxbury is hit by direct open-ocean waves.

The part of Duxbury Beach that has a seawall is the part if Duxbury Beach that needs a seawall. The seawall protects not only the Gurnet Road area, but the Powder Point area. It is also what stands between the sea and the school complex.

Dunes won't get the job done. They get leveled, and become a rapidly eroding sandbar. There is nothing to stop the waves at that point.

As you can see, those waves will hit either Duxbury Beach or Powder Point. You can decide which at the next town election.


Saturday, August 25, 2018

The Great Colonial Hurricane Of 1635


Very, very few people would say "tropical" if asked to free-associate some words with Pilgrims. However, in 1635, August 25th was about to get very tropical indeed for John Alden, Myles Standish and the gang.

The worst hurricane in New England's known history was about to strike them.

They didn't have The Weather Channel in 1635, nor did they have Shiri Spear and the FOX25 Futurecast Radar. Long range forecasts were notoriously spotty in 1635, and generally tended to be made along the lines of things like bird migrations and the wrath of a vengeful God.

They most likely first became aware of trouble when the skies darkened and the wind began to pick up.

Settling near the coast seemed like a fine idea in 1620. Very few of them were aware of the concept of hurricanes, which were not much of a threat to 1600s England.

Then... things got biblical.


The Great Colonial Hurricane of 1635 most likely began as a tropical wave emerging from the West African coast around the Cape Verde Islands. She picked up steam as she moved west across the Atlantic Ocean, passing north of the Bahamas and reaching her peak as she paralleled the coast of the southeastern United States.

At her peak off the Carolina coast, she was most likely a Katrina style category 4 or 5 hurricane. Virginia records speak of a storm, but not a direct hit from this monster.

1635 must have been a hot summer, hot enough to get the ocean water temperatures around New England higher than usual. The storm did not lose strength before visiting New England, as storms normally do. The storm did not curve East out to sea before New England, again what the storms often do.

Nope, she barreled right up Narragansett Bay as a 135 mph hurricane. Rhode Island had a 20-foot storm surge.  She then moved into Massachusetts, somewhere around Swansea or Fall River.

Her strength fell off very little as she moved into the interior parts of Bristol County and Plymouth County. Winds were still around 115 mph as she moved through the barely inhabited countryside.

The eye exited Southeastern Massachusetts somewhere between Weymouth and Cohasset, then brushed Gloucester and eventually what became Maine before turning extratropical.



Since the highest winds of a hurricane are on the northeastern side of it, the worst conditions fell on the South Coast, southern Cape Cod and areas of the South Shore which eventually became towns like Plymouth, Duxbury, Marshfield and Scituate. Inland areas that eventually became Taunton, Brockton and Bridgewater also suffered mightily.

Much of these areas were either uninhabited or the home of Wampanoag villages. The full effects may never be known.

What we do know about the storm was heavily influenced by the writings of Governor Winthrop of the Massachusetts Bay Colony and Governor Bradford of the Plymouth Colony, who kept diaries that were heavily weather related. They spoke of 20 foot waves, howling winds, miles of trees blown down, destroyed Wampanoag villages and great flooding.

Modern scientists can use Winthrop/Bradford observations, as well as environmental leftovers and modern storm surge data, to determine the strength and path of the storm.




Plymouth had a population of about 2,000 at the time of the storm, while the Wampanoag population remains unknown. There were 46 known deaths, but that number is most likely very conservative.

Damage from the storm could still be seen 50 years later. Houses were annihilated, river courses were altered,and miles-wide swaths of trees were blown down in the forest.

Saquish Neck and perhaps Gurnet Point were separated from Duxbury Beach and became Islands. America's oldest retailer, the Aptucxet Trading Post in Bourne, was destroyed.

The storm most likely was influential in the decision of Myles Standish to form Duxbury in 1637. This is a shame, because I like to think that Duxbury was founded because a 2000 person village in a continent-wide wilderness had gotten a little too crowded for one Mr. Myles Standish

Boston was hit by the storm, but not to the extent that a Duxbury or New Bedford was.

If the modern analysis of the storm is correct, it was the worst storm to hit above Cape Fear, North Carolina since America's inhabitation by Europeans. It was worse than the 1938 hurricane or the Halloween Gale. If it struck today, a the storm of her strength would kill thousands of people and do billions of dollars in damage.

384 years ago today, Massachusetts was most likely the worst place on Earth


Monday, August 20, 2018

Duxbury Beach Strolls

We got out to Duxbury Beach when the skies were both sunny...

...and grey.


We weren't crabby about it... he was, but he is both A) a crab and B) dead.


The last residential house as you head south on Duxbury Beach.


You can make jam out of these berries, but we'd like to remind you that God made grape jelly for a reason.


This dude had a whole mackerel on the hook, and a giant striper was circling it, but he wouldn't bite.




I watched too much Hitchcock as a kid, birds make me nervous when they congregate.


The line starts on the left to kiss the Beach Lips.


Duxbury Beach Stadium


The beach leprechauns repair public stairs.


See?


Bug Light, aka Duxbury Pier Light




Horseshoes are good luck, but not for this horseshoe crab.


Bath house at Duxbury Beach Park



Redux

Nuclear power station emergency siren


Telephone poles tend to have a winds-from-the-northeast lean to them on Duxbury Beach.


Beach grass


Beach Plums



Saturday, August 18, 2018

Ice Cream Cruise On Plymouth Bay

We caught the sunset from an ice cream cruise boat.


Our host was Plymouth Cruises, and the boat was the Lobster Tale.


Our range was Plymouth Bay.


We made up 4 Pulitzer Prize winning journalists as a typical family and infiltrated the vessel. The kid on the right is actually a cleverly disguised Sean Hannity.


Plymouth is good for checking boats, although the big prize- the Mayflower II- is off in Mystic being tepaired.

This boat was better with Captain Reardon at the helm.... Also, there is a story, most likely legend, that Robert Fulton offered his steamboat technology to Napoleon at a time when British ships needed sails and wind to get around. Napoleon was said to reply, "You propose to power this wooden ship by building a bonfire beneath her decks? Forgive me, but I have no time for this nonsense." Napoleon then sent his sailboat boat navy to their doom at Trafalgar.

Plymouth had some nice skies as we set out.


We really should have disembarked at Plymouth Rock, but it was not meant to be.



The boat also has a cruise where you fight pirate ships with a water cannon, but not this pirate ship.


The HMS Ghetto Fabulous reporting for duty.


The atmosphere was lovin' us.


Sometimes, Stephen forgets to aim the camera so that rails don't get into his sunset shot.


We all managed to avoid the brig on this trip.


We actually shot video of this buoy, which had one of those clanging bells like you hear on Ocean 104 at the top of the hour. Unfortunately, the boat captain plays Michael McDonald CDs while he's driving around and that was all you could hear.

On a related note, friends of Stephen who wondered how far into his date with a girl that he really likes does he go before he runs out of normal things to talk about and starts breaking out his impressions (and which impressions does he do), the answers are "10 minutes" and "Michael McDonald."


I watch enough football that, if someone says "Bug Light," I at least think and sometimes say "Dilly Dilly."

Added bonus... a minke whale followed us for a while.


Clarks Island, which probably should have been used for a scene in Equalizer II.


"C-o-m-p-t-o-n and the city they call Long Beach..."

We headed back before it was too dark to see anything.


Hannity, straight mackin'...


Plymouth is gorgeous when it's lit up.

Thanks to Captain Quintal for getting us home safely, and to Stephen and Teresa for the pics.