Let’s just talk about how little I’ve been writing. I hope it hasn’t escaped your notice that I haven’t been writing… if it has, well crap, I’m back now, so stop the pity party and join back in on the fun. My work schedule has been super crazy with the “season” [tourist, that is] starting to pick up, the apartment search is on hold for now, and I’m testing out a gluten allergy [god forbid], so that’s catch up. Yesterday was Fathers Day, however I couldn’t seem to get in touch with mine… hmmm, where were you hiding Papa? My dad is pretty extraordinary and so caring, and today [as with everyday] I’m feeling very lucky to have him [now if only I could find him for a hug]
Well yesterday was the first day of my Hometown Tourist adventure. Me and B made our way to downtown of my hometown. The downtown area of my town is called Bearskin Neck. Bearskin Neck is a long road [ almost like a wharf] jutting out into the Atlantic. To one side is Rockport Harbor filled with lobstering boats and watched over by our notorious Motif #1 [more on that later] It sounds a little strange but as the limerick goes, “Babson, Babson, killed a bear, with his knife, I do declare.”
This is my old roommate Z’s family business. It’s been around forever and she knows her pewter. She’s a classy lady… sometimes. Me and B stopped in to say hi however she was surrounded by customers, so we continued on. If you’re ever here I highly suggest stopping in and buying some souvenir made right here in Rockport [I totally wanted a cheezy tourist tshirt, B said no]
Here is the awkwardly taken photo of the entrance plaque at the head of Bearskin Neck:
Highly informational, obviously, I mean 1743? That was a long ass time ago. We continued along bearskin neck, avoiding most shops [I'm here for the experience, not the swag] until we came across:
The Country Store… This place is awesome. They have ‘penny’ candy [a.k.a. $7.95/lbs] that you take out of jars and put in a bag
a ridiculous array of hot sauces which B pondered for a bit
B ended up going with what he deemed to be the spiciest hot sauce:
I’ll be avoiding this sauce at all costs. I don’t do extreme heat well. We kept walking and came to the “top of the neck.” The top is just a loop, returning traffic to whence it came, but the views are ridiculous.
B did a nice pause for me in the middle of his stroll back so I could get the shot. He’s so good to me. Now onto the artsy stuff. The Motif#1 is commonly said to be the most often painted building in America. I think its quaint, and technically is Motif #2 since the first one was destroyed in the blizzard of 78′ but that’s just it, a technicality. It’s a fishing shack on a pier, literally, but people come from all over to see it:
Probably should have gotten a shot with the Motif #1 in focus, but its artsy remember, I totally meant to do that.
knick knack paddy whack.
B finished up our touristy day with a ginormous Black Raspberry Ice Cream cone [jerk, he knows it's my favorite] and I with a watermelon slush. Slurping and people watching from Momma’s front porch [conveniently located 100 yards from Bearskin Neck]
All in all it was a kick ass, now I’m ready for bed, sorta day. Rockport is amazing and I’m happy to call it home.
and just my favorite picture of the day… [ it didn't fit anywhere else]