“Over 50”, Magazine Editor & Writer, Gloucester
The villages of Cape Ann: tangible evidence of past settlement and present predilection. (If you live in Lanesville, Rocky Neck is a vacation.)
How everybody is talking about the same thing. New hotel opening! Coyote sighted on the Hill! Those tulips!
How the train pulls into Rockport and has to turn around. End of the line.
Dogtown boulders. Visitors think it’s a tall tale, ’til we come across one in the woods.
Three centuries of architecture — Georgian gambrels to English Tudors — means never a dull walk.
The Back Shore: I still can’t get over it, crashing popples and that cleansing smell of brine!
Addison Gilbert Hospital. Only in a Norman Rockwell town (and our little city) will your colonoscopy nurse be your kid’s best friend’s mom.
The deck at The Studio on a hot day in a short season, with a wet gin-and-tonic and a breeze off Smith Cove.
When low tide reveals a sandbar aisle to Salt Islandat Good Harbor Beach, and I’m there at the right time.
What I love about Cape Ann is coming home: airport chaos left in the woods at Exit 18, driving over the bridge, a wave of gratitude.