I first visited Cape Cod in August, 2001, for my honeymoon. A month before 9-11. A decade before cell phones. We didn’t even have GPS, just printed out directions from Map Quest that were useless if you took a wrong turn. Luckily, the trip from Binghamton, NY to Orleans, MA was fairly straight forward, although, clocking in at over seven hours, a bit on the long side for your small-bladdered newlywed. I don’t remember much from the drive, just the fact that there weren’t many rest stops once the Mass Pike ended (and that is still true today). But I do remember that feeling when we crossed the Bourne Bridge, officially leaving the mainland and entering Cape Cod, boats bobbing on the sparkling water of the canal, that I heading somewhere special.
That Old Cape Magic
That Old Cape Magic
That Old Cape Magic
I first visited Cape Cod in August, 2001, for my honeymoon. A month before 9-11. A decade before cell phones. We didn’t even have GPS, just printed out directions from Map Quest that were useless if you took a wrong turn. Luckily, the trip from Binghamton, NY to Orleans, MA was fairly straight forward, although, clocking in at over seven hours, a bit on the long side for your small-bladdered newlywed. I don’t remember much from the drive, just the fact that there weren’t many rest stops once the Mass Pike ended (and that is still true today). But I do remember that feeling when we crossed the Bourne Bridge, officially leaving the mainland and entering Cape Cod, boats bobbing on the sparkling water of the canal, that I heading somewhere special.