This picture reminds me of my dad, who, when we were growing up, took us to every National Park west of the Rockies.
Cove in Chatham, a classic Cape Cod town on the elbow of the Cape.
Sandbar at Chatham Lighthouse Beach
Off the beaten path and seemingly endless, Chatham Lighthouse Beach was so worth the 80 mile drive from Quincy.
Chatham Light. I've seen more lighthouses in one day than in my entire life. Come to think of it, in this month alone, the same stat is true for bridges, potholes, and rotaries.
Coast Guard Beach. With towering cliffs behind us and a slightly warm wind blowing in our faces, the hours slipped by so quickly.
Nauset Light
The trail to Marconi Beach
The elderly couple taking this picture had evidently never used a digital camera, but did a good job nonetheless.
This is the former site of the Marconi towers, where in 1903 Teddy Roosevelt sent the first wireless transatlantic message from the U.S. to Europe. The towers are also significant in that they received the first distress calls from the Titanic, which had been equipped with Marconi equipment. One of the two Marconi employees who sent the distress messages died with the Titanic. In 1920s, the towers were destroyed by erosion of the cliffs, hence this warning sign which DJ ignored.
Isn't history just so fun?
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Well, our 3rd encounter in 3 weeks with racism. We were at the outlets about 30 miles south of Boston and a car full of teenagers yell out "ching chong, ching chong" I was quite angry, but I guess we were warned that there's no place like LA when it comes to racial tolerance.
I had that happen to me once up in Portland, many years ago. It's alright... I've learned from coming to Dallas that we really take it for granted in SoCal just how many Asians there are around us. Here in Dallas, many people didn't grow up seeing Asians all around them. It's funny when people ask me where I'm from, and I say "L.A." and then they ask, "No, I mean, like... where are you from...?" as if I can't be from the United States. Periodically still, I get complimented on how good my English is. "Thanks," I say, "I worked really hard to try to speak without an accent..." Oh well. There's no place like SoCal.
Recently on my xanga, the husband said "Come to Boston!" Alright, DJ/P... any ministry jobs you know of out there in Boston?
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