My idea of a cranberry bog has always been what I have seen
in the Ocean Spray commercials with two men in waders standing thigh-deep in
water with cranberries floating all around them. That’s what I’ve been looking for; however, harvesting
time in this area is almost a month away, I hear. So the first order of business today was to
find a real cranberry bog, which we did.
They are everywhere—they just didn’t look like the ones in the
commercials. The growers had not flooded
the bogs with water yet. I’d been seeing
them and not even realizing what they were.
The one we observed was right next to a Bass Outlet down the street from
our hotel.
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| A typical Cranberry bog |
I know that’s probably too much information, but those are
the kinds of little things we like to learn when we travel.
We checked out the little town of Hyannis a bit with all of
its shops and headed to the main road off the Cape. As we drove along, Robin discovered a small
pollination garden, a part of the Mashpee National Wildlife Refuge—a small plot
of beautiful wildflowers with “pollinator nest boxes” to protect over 1200
species of bees.
We left this sweet world and encountered our designated
path, the cultural shock of I-93.
Earlier we thought we would stop and have a glance at Plymouth
Rock. Then, we saw the brochure
advertising it, and it was so much more complicated than glancing at a
rock. It had a map of all the things to
do there, streets, shops, very touristy, and we nixed that idea pretty quickly. Besides, we wanted to get through Boston
before rush hour, and we thought we were fine because it was only 3 p.m. Oh, well—rush hour starts early there, and we
crawled along for two hours in traffic and then came upon road construction
after that.
What we noticed up here in Cape Cod and Maine is that it
gets dark earlier than it does in Virginia.
Robin says we’re a lot farther east than we are in Richmond. So, here we are in York, Maine, in the dark, which
we will explore tomorrow.
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