Bicycling (Road) 1:39:11 [3] 22.8 mi (4:21 / mi) +118m 4:17 / mi
slept:6.0 (injured)
Cape Cod, MA. From Rte 134 in South Dennis, Peggy and I rode east about a mile to the current end of the Cape Cod Rail Trail, and the turned around for more. We rode west and north following the trail. Peggy turned around in Brewster at Rte. 137, Long Pond Rd. I turned around at Nickerson State Park where we’d ridden northward yesterday. I picked up the pace a lot when riding alone. I was usually hitting 20 mph in between the road crossings. At one crossing there were 3 police cars talking to a woman sitting on the ground. I surmised from their questions that someone had bumped her and then left the scene. The trail was basically flat with nice grading. It was mostly shady and that kep the significant winds from being significant. There were nice marshes and lakes as well as some fallow farmlands along the way. I was about 2 minutes behind Peggy finishing up. It was a nice ride and a nice physical effort too. I did get stung by something over my stomach that was perhaps attracted to my fluorescent yellow-green shirt.
Early this morning Max and I went out fishing in the Cape Cod Bay. We left on a small trawling boat from Rock Harbor near Orleans MA. The seas were rough. It had been windy or rainy since we’d been on Cape Cod. I’d gotten a little nauseous a couple of days earlier on the way back from our whale watching outing on a 100ft. boat. This one was around 30 ft. I’d guess the seas were around 3-4 ft. waves. Some were bigger. As a precaution I had not eaten breakfast and I took Dramamine. We started off of a shoal and were catching fish quickly. It was usually the case that one line would get a strike followed by another within 10 seconds. One time we had 3 lines going at the same time. The strikes seemed to me to happen in the same place, judging by another boat which was anchored, and a view of some sandy cliffs at Wellfleet where we’d seen a drive-in movie Tuesday night. We shared the boat with two other paying customers, another father-son team in which the son was younger than Max. At least half the time when pulling in a line, there were 2 fish to the line. The jigs were setup with about 6 lures each. My outrigger line as well as the other father’s outrigger, hardly hooked anything. We lost count of how many fish the boys hooked but the younger kid at one time counted 19. All were sea bass. Unfortunately for us, all that was caught was just under the 28” minimum length. Most were from 22” to 26” long. Max gave me a turn in his seat and I haul in 2 on my first try. The second time I’d gotten a 26” fish. I was happy and done after that. I was mostly happy that I didn’t get sick. Max was disappointed that we didn’t get to keep any fish and wanted to buy some to cook. At $26 per pound at a store next to our lunch spot in Brewster I declined but we had a seafood dinner. Max ate Swordfish.