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Taken in the Reward Mine by Gabe. March 16, 2008.
Funny thing about this picture is that while rattling around down there in the mine, I was worrying about a cave in, or inhaling toxic levels of rock dust and other mine-related anxieties.
While I should have been worrying about breaking my foot on a climb. Which I did on the day after this picture was taken. 
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Probably the most touristy thing we did during our week in P-Town was to sign up for one of those whale-watching tours.
The tour included a guarantee that we’d sight at least one whale or we’d get the next trip for free. I grumbled for a bit that they probably had a boat out there somewhere with a guy in a rubber whale suit ready to go in case the tour was shaping up to be a bust!
After the boat filled up with like-minded tourist gawkers, we pulled out of the harbor.
Reviewing the sign for “seal” with Sam.
Pleasure craft mixed it up with fishing boats and ferry boats just outside the harbor. We were on our way!
The tension hung thick in the air. Where were the whales? Everyone was peering around for a sighting when someone exclaimed and pointed, and there it was! A fin that quickly disappeared in the ocean!
And that was it. The ocean became quiet again. Everyone stood around staring at the spot where the whale disappeared at, waiting for some re-emergence. I started thinking that we’d probably gotten our whale sighting and that would be it. We’d head back, me with just one picture in my camera and $35 poorer.
Then there was a collective shout of WHOA, as a humpback surfaced right next to the boat, and a swarm of seagulls descended upon the whale in an feeding frenzy!
After letting the seagulls pick its teeth for a bit, the humpback dropped back into the water and casually sauntered away.
The boat wheeled around a few more times, and we sighted a pair of humpbacks having a little morning date. Aww. How sweet!
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Landing in Boston just before nightfall, we picked up our rental car and headed out to the very tip of that thin strip of land which curls away from mainland Massachusetts.
The morning greeted us with brilliant sunshine and the ever familiar smell of summer ocean air. Taking a short jaunt from the house we found ourselves in the busy commercial street, adored with small bistros, art galleries and shops peddling the typical tourist fare like t-shirts and mugs.
My new Ray-Bans drew a comment from a enormous lady in a painted sunflower hat. She inquired whether they were “old”. When I replied that I’d just bought them last week, she pointed to her own pair of Ray-Bans and smiled, “got ‘em in 1962.”
Elise with her most adorable son, Sam posing for a little family picture.
P-Town is every bit the coastal harbor town. There are more boats than cars here.
And to serve up my own reproduction of the lighthouse that appears on countless of postcards originating from Cape Cod….
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