Sunday, April 7, 2019

Improving The Cape Cod Canal


Today, we'll be looking at the Cape Cod Canal. 

The CCC is 7 miles of coastal river, man-made to save everyone the bother of sailing around the ship graveyard that is Cape Cod and the Islands. It runs from Sandwich to Bourne, and connects Cape Cod Bay to Buzzards Bay. It is home to a power plant, a Maritime Academy, several parks and several visitor centers. It is straddled by hotels, gas stations and coffee houses. All of Cape Cod's main roads run over it. Very important, our little Canal is.

It pays for itself by shortening the trips our goods have to make between Boston and the rest of the eastern USA, but it can and should be improved. Improvements cost money, so any ideas we have had better make money or lure in tourists.

Otherwise, there is no reason to mess with a perfectly good canal region. The only reason to risk messing with the gift horse is if we can make it bleed dollars. There is almost never anything wrong with maximizing a natural resource, and it would be a shame to leave money laying on the table in this rotten economy.

Let's see what's on the old drawing board, shall we?



Light Up The Bridges

I got this idea out of the blue when I was thinking of questions for an interview we did with Cape Cod Commission CEO Wendy Northcross back at the old rag. She said it was a good idea, which is notable because she told me when my ideas were bad ones.

Think of Boston, in the Big Dig era. What was the aesthetic highlight of the whole thing? Lots of people would tell you that it is the Zakim Bridge and her cool blue lighting. It sort of defines the night skyline in Boston as much as the Prudential and the Hancock rule the daytime horizon.

Why can't we get us some of that here on Cabo Coddo? Shoot, we have not one, not two, but THREE bridges, and we may get a 4th if they decide to expand the Sagamore. We have a lot to work with.

From what I remember reading about the Zakim, making it that blue color wasn't very difficult or expensive. You get a few lights (maybe solar powered?) , put some color filters over them and aim them up into the upper bridge. It's basically how Commissioner Gordon summons Batman when he needs him, but we'll just use color and skip the logo.

What colors should we use? Mr. Zakim sort of owns blue, so we'd just be riding jock if we chose blue. It's tempting to go for a tricolor with the current trio of bridges, but a 4th bridge would render it obsolete. This prevents us from going full Uncle Sam and having it be red/white/blue, and it prevents us from going full Malcom X and getting a red/black/green bridge or set of bridges.

Likewise, our three (Bourne, Sagamore, and the railroad) bridges prevent us from doing two part color schemes, so no Boston Celtics green/white or Coca-Cola red/white.

I'm not above accepting corporate sponsorship. If someone like Pepsi were willing to pay big moolah, I'd have no problem with a Pepsi-colored bridge. Likewise, I'd color a bridge for the right cause. Think of all the breast cancer awareness we'd raise if we had a pink bridge. Why not a yellow ribbonish bridge to honor the troops, or even a camo bridge?

Lighting up a bridge won't make us any money directly, but it will become an iconic landmark for Cape Cod. It will impress the tourists, and please the locals. That sort of pays for itself after a while.

Crikey.... I'm looking at the Bourne Bridge right now (12:10 AM). It's a line of dull streetlights, and one red light on the top so planes won't crash into the bridge. It sucks. Who wouldn't rather have a bit of a light show there?

Someone should be working on that, pronto.


Import Cooler Foliage

This might not be possible, and I may actually call the Sandwich Tree Farm guy if I haven't published by morning. If it can be done, we could do it on the cheap if we are willing to wait a generation for the payoff.

Doing what on the cheap? Why, stealing New Hampshire's foliage, of course. Why would we do that? To line the Cape Cod Canal with it, silly.

Fall foliage is big business, and many people consider it to be the only reason to go to upstate New Hampshire. Why shouldn't Cape Cod get a taste of that action? Two reasons... our late foliage season and our wealth of evergreen, non-foliage-making pine trees. We can't do anything about October or autumn windstorms, but we can take steps to balance out the tree populations.

How? I don't really know how trees work, which is a shameful way to be this far in Suburbia. From what I'd gather, they drop acorns and pine cones and so forth, which lodge in the ground and begin sprouting. Over a century or so, you end up with a big tree that gives us a color show every October.

Trees that we need here are beech, birch, baldcypress, red sugar maple, aspen, witchhazel, gingko, smokebush, dogwood, persimmon, sycamore and hickory. No, I don't know which ones will work here, but someone does, and that man/woman can be our leader.

You'd need an army of trucks to haul sapling trees down to the Canal from the White Mountains (and that may be illegal), but a few packs of Boy Scouts could gather enough acorns to drop 10000 new trees along Old Man River. After that, we'd have to wait until the trees were old enough to give impressive foliage.

I'm not sure if a Vermont maple tree would give the same foliage in Burlington that it gives in Bourne. I have read that New Hampshire trees have been transplanted to Georgia before, without the resulting Autumn foliage show. That's Georgia, however, and not 100-miles-away Bourne.

The end result is our planting a line of trees down the Canal that show ridiculous color in foliage season. This gives us a tourist attraction, and perhaps- best case scenario- the best foliage walk in America... down an ocean river, surrounded by all of fall's colors. Why go to Maine when you can go to Cape Cod?

I think- and I could totally possibly be wrong- that it would be the largest purposeful foliage planting in world history. I think all other foliage is located where God put it. If we steal enough acorns, we can maybe bleed New Hampshire dry and take over the market entirely.

I'm like MLK with this, because I may not make it to the mountaintop with my pet project. It will take some time to bear fruit, so to speak.

However, future generations will thank us if it works out, and they won't even notice if it fails to work out. We'd only be out 10000 acorns or so if it fails. If it works, we'd have stumbled onto that rare instance where money DOES grow on trees.


More Fishing Piers

We have a unique recreational opportunity with the Cape Cod Canal. It's an ocean river, and all sorts of creatures swim through it. Whales, dolphins and sharks have been seen in the Canal.

However, the fish we can profit from are stripers and bluefish. These are our big game fish, and they love the Canal. People come from miles around to fish for them, and we should exploit that fact for every penny that it is worth.

There is a fishing pier in Sandwich, and it is almost always full. Fisherman love the pier, because it lets you not have to cast and reel in over the rockpile that lines the Canal.

Maybe, if we build a few more piers and promote them properly, we can become a Fishing Destination. I'd put a pier everywhere that has a parking lot, including Scusset Beach, the Herring Run, Buzzards Bay Park, and wherever else I'm leaving out.

I'd definitely be open to carving up some of Sandwich Road to make some parking for the piers we erect on the Cape side of the Canal. You just have to space out the Cape piers and the Mainland piers so that people aren't casting halfway out and hooking the other side's lines.

Fishing piers would need bait shops, liquor stores, Houses of Pizza, gas stations, hotels, and all sorts of support services. It's not like a few piers will turn us into Disneyland, but we don't NEED to be as big as Disneyland. We have enough traffic already.

We could even use the Boston train to import city fishermen to work our piers and patronize our businesses. I taught in the city for a while, and my school had fishing classes. Dudes are fishing behind the squalid Boston Garden area. They'd kill to work the Canal... especially if we had brightly colored bridges and cool foliage (see above), or whatever I write about below this paragraph.

Even the construction of the piers would create local jobs, although any financial success with this project would be won one fisherman at a time.


Faux Sea Monster

I love this idea, and always have. If I were a better man, I'd have already done it.

Name a lake in Scotland. Name one that isn't Loch Ness. That's my point.

Monster Tourism (or Legend Tripping, which is sort of like Monster Tourism but not really) could fill our coffers with the dollars of the dumb. No one ever went broke aiming for the Dumb. Dumb people pay the same (sometimes more, actually) money we do for the same services, and it all looks green to me when I'm depositing it or using it to fund local high schools and police departments.

All that it would take is one small series of special effects. We'd need to make a monster which is perhaps a bit more realistic than the shark from the first Jaws movie was. We need it to make a very public appearance in the Canal, in front of a gang of tourists and at least one very civic-minded person working a video camera. We would also need it to make enough subsequent Canal appearances to make sure that the public knows that the Beast is exclusively our Baby.

We'd need several people playing along. We'd need someone at the Discovery Channel on our side. We'd need to get someone on Coast To Coast AM. We'd need to get a guy named Loren Coleman on board. We'd need a scientist who is willing to say that we have a legit sea monster on our hands. If Leonard Nimoy is still alive, we may need him on the team. We'd need a chief of police who can spin an impressive yarn, and we'd need a complicit populace.

This could backfire, as Beach Tourism might suffer if people think that a plesiosaur is going to eat them if they go swimming here. It might be very, very important for the public to be led to believe that the Beast only appears in the Cape Cod Canal, where there is no swimming by humans allowed.

I'd go with a Loch Ness-style monster, which the public already has a visual image of. We could also go Giant Alligator, Monster Anaconda, Megalodon, Sea Yeti, Godzilla, the Host, the Mongolian Death Worm, marshland Lizard Men, Colossal Squid, or perhaps even some combo platter of the menu items listed above.

Regardless of what we choose for the visual, we should make sure that the scientific name is Capecoddus Canalosaurus. His nickname should be Saggy, as in the Sagamore Bridge.

If the town should somehow come to foreclose on some property near the Canal, we should use our monster to come ashore and wreck a house. It would be tough to fake fatalities, but we could work around that. 

Look, there he is!



Other Ideas

- Waitresses on jet skis, serving food and drinks to ships using the Canal.

- Use chemicals to freeze the Canal, and host the NHL All Star Game on it.

- Use the Canal to steal our bad selves that Head of The Charles Regatta from Boston.

- Race a pair of tall ships down the Canal every July 4th, loser gets sunk. This would be better with celebrity yachts, and we have lots of fringe Kennedys running around.

- Underwater glass pedestrian tunnel.

- Canal Triathalon, with a 7 mile swim against the current.

- A floating mall.

- Host the 4th of July parade on the Canal.

- Build a temporary dam, and threaten to unleash the pent up water as a tsunami onto Buzzards Bay beach towns if they don't pay us ransom.

- Needless but authentic-looking lighthouses and foghorns.

- Become the Mecca for some obscure water sport like sailboarding or water polo.


Off-season: Duxbury Beach

We head to the beach for a misty April morning, because reasons. 

As many elderly tourists will tell you about Cape Cod, there are advantages to off-season visits. Advantage #1 is having the beach to yourself. Duxbury isn't Cape Cod, but the same rules apply.

Well, you get it almost to yourself.

We had actually headed there to shoot foxes and snowy owls. "Shoot" meaning "shoot pictures," we got no love for Duxbury's fox cull.


A neckbreaking jungle gym? No, just a couple of lifeguard stands.

Duxbury, aiming towards Plymouth.

Free boat! Finders = Keepers, right?

Damn!

Well, it wasn't a total disaster... if it were a total disaster, that siren would be going off.

We will explain what those little channels are for in a future article.




Wednesday, April 3, 2019

Surf Check: Plymouth, Bourne, Sandwich

A nor'easter was offshore, sending some surf back at us. We got out to some local beaches to see what was what.

The White Cliffs in Plymouth, facing Bourne and Sandwich.


The wind had shifted to NNW by high tide, so the coastal flood threat was neutralized. 




The waves were still nice.

This isn't bad for Sagamore Beach, which has smaller waves than a nor'easter heavyweight like Duxbury or Marsh Vegas.

My drinking days have passed, but I do enjoy shooting from The Drunken Seal.



Whale of a time!.

Try some of that Under The Boardwalk stuff in Sandwich...


Aiming towards Barnstable...



This was a weak storm, and I saw no structural damage at any beach that I visited.



Sunday, March 31, 2019

Scallop Festival Alternatives

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We recently heard the news that there will be no Scallop Festival in 2018. The threat of inclement weather is a disaster for the SF, which suffered mightily in attendance and may I dare say performance last year as a tropical storm lurked nearby. It is tough to postpone things involving pre-purchased mass scallop orders, and no one in their right mind would go to the Week Old Scallop Festival. It’s probably more than that, but it’s what I have as we go to press.
The Festival ditched Buzzards Bay, which had been a loving host with big crowds and awful infrastructure, going to the Cape Cod Fairgrounds on-Cape.
Even residents of Bourne who agreed with the Festival’s reason for leaving still viewed her departure as a slap in the face. Bourne has always been Cape Cod’s weak sister, and here was yet another indignity thrust upon us. “Oh, we’re not even good enough for the Scallop Festival?”
There was talk around Bourne of sabotaging the Scallop Festival once it left town. Schedule an OysterFest or Lobster Roll Championsip on the same day as the Scallop Fest, then purchase 20 junker cars and have them all break down on the bridges/at strategic rotaries during the time people would be heading on-Cape for scallops. Put up a sign reading “MASHPEE: 20 MILES, 475 MINUTES” right about on Routes 3 and 25 where a man could say “Eff Scallops,” and instead bring the fam damnily to Buzzards Bay for whatever Mollusk Marathon event that we had cobbled together.
Thankfully, it never came to that… but you can understand how a town that bears every other town’s summer traffic might want to roll dirty when they take our Scallops away.
No metaphor that I can come up with for this 2018 scallop void is pretty. The Festival is very much like a loose spouse, who left a perfectly good relationship in search of greener pastures. She’s a fortune hunter, and it’s tough not to enjoy a snicker when Spouse 2.0 kicks her to the curb with her hat in her greedy little hands.
Bourne, a cuckold of a town, would probably take her back. Not a lot of events are throwing themselves at the B, and at least she knows how we like our shellfish. We would never really forget that she left us, but she came back, so she must love us. Right?
Eff her, and eff scallops. Let her peddle her scamp ass to Barnstable or New Bedford. Nobody wants Sloppy Seconds, and this would actually be Sloppy Thirds. There would be little consolation to the fact that we had her first when someone else had her second. Scallops are dead to us.
However, there are many different sorts of festivals. Buzzards Bay has a nice park, and we can do what we can with our rotten Main Street business district. Here are a few ideas, some already mentioned in the previous paragraphs.
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The Million Clam March
A cutesy play on the more serious Nation Of Islam protest march, we serve up steamers and chowder and quahogs and anything in a shell.
I don’t know what we would pull in attendance, but if we got half of the 50,000 people that the Scallop Festival drew, that would be like 40 clams per person to get the Million Clam mark.
I propose running the Million Clam March until one million clams are consumed, even if we have to run it until Wednesday.

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OysterFest
This would be the same festival as the one with the scallops, just with a less popular bivalve.
Oysters do have a reputation as an aphrodisiac, and we shall play on that. The big deal here is that we tie it in with all of the hotels in the area, who would offer packages for couples. We have a big new hotel going in right near Buzzards Bay Park, and those rooms won’t fill themselves.
Properly done, Bourne could be the spot of conception for a million future children if the festival succeeds.
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Lobster Fight Championships
I’m not sure if this is legal… but lobsters fight all the time in the tank, right? It’s not like we’re making them do it. Zoom a camera in, broadcast on a big screen, accept betting and drop two big hungry lobsters in one small tank. Two lobbies enter, one lobby leaves… the winner moves on, the loser goes in the lobster roll. The eventual tournament winner is released or sent to an aquarium as a celebrity, his choice.
I’m pretty sure this would get us some national media attention, although it may not all be favorable.
I realize that it’s late March, but honestly look me in the eye and tell me that you have something better to do next October 22nd or whenever.

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Jump The Shark Festival
This also is most likely afoul of the law, as they say. It involves catching a Great White Shark in the Canal, luring him into an underwater pen, and then charging rich people piles of money to jump it on water skis off the back of a cigarette boat while we have a big party in the park.
I would not be above bringing ESPN in, and getting this set up as an event in the X Games. It would also give the band Great White something to do, as they have seemed a little down since that whole Station fiasco. I’m sure that whoever sings Mack The Knife could use a weekend’s pay by this point, too.
We should move on this fast, while Henry Winkler is still alive and can serve as Grand Marshall.
It’s not like we’re mistreating the shark, who would get to eat anyone who actually got into his pen and disturbed him… we’re just jumping him.

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The Irish Riviera Festival
Bourne isn’t mentioned in most definitions of the Irish Riviera, as we are under the 30% Irish population levels that you see in the true Scituate/Weymouth parts of the Riviera.

However, we have enough Irish to stake a claim, and none of the South Shore towns are having an Irish Riviera festival. Bourne would be 100% Irish Riviera if we hosted the Irish Riviera Festival every year.
This could very much turn Buzzards Bay into a battleground, as 50,000 Irish descend into the village for a weekend of power drinking.
That stuff we always joke about happening at the Cape Verdean Festival that actually doesn’t happen? It would actually happen at the Irish Riviera Festival.
This is also a reminder to the rest of the Cape that, should the disrespeck continue, we are perfectly capable of working with the South Shore.


Sled Mountain
Scusset Beach just sits there, useless, from October through May. Why not get it making us some money?
Dump 10 stories of sand in one end of the parking lot, buy a few snow guns, coat the hill with fake snow, and charge people to park/sled/rent sleds. We instantly become the region’s sledding Mecca. It’s what whoever owns Water Wizz should be doing, but that’s Wareham’s problem.
Every kid has a sled in the house somewhere. We don’t get snow all that often. When we do get it, it is often dangerous or uncomfortable to go out in it. Sleds are often wasted on southern New England kids, especially on the coast. That won’t be the case with Sled Mountain.
Why the hell not?
Best part? At the end of Sled Season, we push all the sand into the Canal and make it wash over to Sandwich, where it would fill in spots hurt by winter storm beach erosion. It would help make up for all the sand that the Scusset Beach jetty blocks from washing over there naturally.
Everybody wins, year-round.

Thursday, March 28, 2019

The Christmas Sub

Nothing like a Christmas story in late March, right?

The Deli, located in the spectacularly named town of Sandwich, has a weekly contest. They put a trivia question on the menu board. Whoever solves it first gets either a breakfast sandwich a day for a week or a three foot sandwich.

Stephen, who knows all sorts of useless stuff, walked in, ordered a pastrami sandwich, saw the question ("Where is the city of Batman located?" They don't mean Gotham City, by the way... that's "in" New Jersey) and answered- appropriately for a deli- "Turkey."

Boom! That 400 level Ottoman Empire class just paid for itself, player.

Steve ended up collecting on Christmas Eve, visited a friend who was down on his luck enough to have no Christmas Eve dinner and became the most popular guy in Cedarville.

We forgot to publish the article in December, but maybe this little Christmas miracle will brighten your day.

Stop by The Deli and get a sandwich. They're good people, it's harder than you think to find a good deli and these people do it properly.


Lug Nuts At The Kingston Collection

Some very fancy cars were stored at the Kingston Collection recently.

We took these pics in early March and then forgot about them, in case you are wondering what the opposite of Breaking News is.

The cars are still pretty cool.

It was either this or the 2007 Toyota Yarris, and the Yarris had better cup holders.

Mini-van!


"You can't get laid in one, but you'll get laid."



Saturday, March 23, 2019

March Supermoon Storm Tide, Marshfield and Duxbury

Supermoon nor'easter? You know we're sending a crew out!

Marshfield and Duxbury were Poseidon's canvas on Friday.




Deluxebury and Vegas got off easily. The storm went south to north through the center of SE Massachusetts. We didn't spend much time in her strongest wind field. The east winds came at low tide, and were north winds at high tide. This knocked the seas down some, saving the area from more dangerous surf.

Supermoon tides, which are the tides when the moon makes her closest approach to us (the Moon has an egg shaped orbit, and distances from Earth vary), are dangerous. If a storm is behind them, the danger is exponentially increased.




The north wind is cool because I can stand pretty much right on the seawall and the spray is blown away from me. I was dry for almost all of this assignment.

The lessened wind/wave interaction was the difference between waves smashing the wall and waves smashing the houses. A supermoon high tide is usually all of the head start that a damaging storm needs.




A good day not to go fishing. Just kidding, every day is a good day to go fishing. Consider the alternatives...

It would be funny if the fisherman stayed home, only to have the ocean come to him.





Gurnet Road floods during supermoon tides even without a storm, although that only stops some people.




Duxbury Proper doesn't flood much, but supermoon tides get it done on Washington Street...

...and Powder Point.




Powder Point doesn't get waves, however... this is why the townspeople rightly voted for seawall repairs on the barrier beach.

Otherwise....



We usually add Hull or Scituate into these articles, but I instead used the travel time to get a linguica bagel from The Coffee Shack in Green Harbor. I do not regret this decision.

Duxbury's seawall repairs held up, although I left before the tide went out.



Overall, it was a good show. No major damage anywhere I saw...

We may even have ended with the last snow of the season, below...