On the last day of a mini family vacation, I took the still-new NRS Thrive inflatable stand-up paddleboard (SUP) to White Pond to enjoy some quiet. For those unfamiliar, White Pond is a fresh water pond tucked away in woods between Route 28, Queen Anne Road and the north end of Chatham Municipal Airport, accessed by car off Wilfred Road or by bike off the Old Colony Rail Trail.
The previous four days focused on the 7- and 5-year-olds from Colorado, with a mix of hunting for pincher crabs, pretending to be a pirate in 1717 at the Whydah museum (on the rain out), watching seals feed at the pier, and eating delicious BBQ, lobster rolls and fisherman’s platters, prepared or organized mostly by my better half, Ellen. Also included was a fishing charter, Friday night band concert, stroll through town (sharks in the park!) and of course, a Chatham A’s home baseball game. Ellen actually planned the whole long weekend (the itinerary!) which kept things organized and stress-reduced.
As I “put-in” the SUP at the Pond’s main landing, I turned right and began an unplanned afternoon of discovery, reflection and well, happiness. (Recently, I’ve started carrying a pen and pad with me to capture random thoughts — a calm pond allowed for such writing and paddling without multiple splashes.) What I ended up with was a series of experiences in chronological order. Channeling my inner artist, I organized these thoughts, only slightly edited from the original note, and put them in, dare I say, poem form.
It’s amazing what you see, feel, hear even taste when immersing yourself in nature. Also, standing on water is quite remarkable:
Paddle right, warm sun, gentle wind, smiling,
Birds chirp, a frog groans, ducks emerge,
The water looks like glass.
Red, green and yellow stained reeds sway in the breeze,
Little blue dragon flies skim the surface,
I can see the sandy bottom.
The sun cuts through the still water,
Sound travels across the pond as tourists and locals bask in the summer heat,
Around the bend, a hidden cove is revealed.
Patches of bright green and yellow lily pads surround me,
A school of minnows follow my shadow,
A giant red-black dragon fly guides me back the way I came.
A school of striped fish get spooked from their hiding place,
The taste of salt in the air,
Twin water towers stand watch like sentries in the distance.
Clapboard cottages line the elevated land,
A small weathered boathouse appears,
A pile of drift wood waits to be re-purposed.
A secluded staircase and its tender dot the hill,
An anchored sunfish floats with the quiet tide,
A row of tall trees as if grown from the depths.
Seagulls take off and land as a prop plane passes overhead,
A pair of weathered wooden benches half-submerged,
An inviting clearing with a view of the pond.
I take a moment, have a seat and admire the scene of summer bliss before me.
Oh, the sounds, sights, and tastes of adventures that lay ahead.
On a second pass, purposed mostly for the exercise, I grabbed the camera to take a few pictures of the scenery.
My wonderful wife, Ellen, is usually in charge of decision-making. She has an excellent track record when it comes to choosing contractors, buying gifts people actually like/use, booking great vacation lodging, and many other decisions that require some homework. She also has a run of success with lesser decisions, such as choosing new (to us) restaurants.
A delightful menu, story and coffee.
Last week, she knocked another one out of the park (a subtle shout out to the Chatham A’s that wowed us with 3 Home Runs later that evening at our first home game of the season). The “home run” restaurant choice was the still-relatively new (they opened Memorial Day Weekend 2017) Chatham Filling Station “An American Roadside Diner” on Old Harbor Road.
Since it was June, we were able to stroll in around 9:30am and were seated immediately. While we were guided to a table by the windows, we could not help but get distracted in child-like wonder by all the cool vintage items, framed pictures and unique theme of a true filling station (both literally food and fuel) on a road trip to a destination unknown.
This only one part of Helen Kelsey’s wall mural. Check out the rest at the restaurant!
My coffee cup was filled within 30 seconds, a balanced medium brew, and I immediately locked eyes on an incredible mural on the back wall. The wall painting, by Helen Kelsey, is an explosion of color with layers of meaning, telling the story of the fondest memories of cross-country travels by owners, Rik and Caren Morse. The painting captures some of those moments as well as illustrates the past history and present culture of Chatham.
Sharks in the Park outside Eldridge Library.
I actually told the waitress that I could not stop starring at the mural (as I was facing it and somewhat couldn’t help it) and felt compelled to take multiple pictures while trying not to disturb other (somewhat oblivious) customers. (I have the same reaction each time I see “Sharks in the Park.”) And that’s fine, art often does not connect to the masses. Even the waitress admitted she discoveries little new details when glancing at the wall every now and then.
The menu is balanced, not too small, and not overwhelming either. Some of the dishes are classic comfort food; grits, biscuits and gravy, and huevos rancheros. While the grit bowl selection was impressive, the shrimp and grits option was only available on the lunch menu, so we’re hoping that can be added to the breakfast menu. I love seafood for breakfast (my wife never tires when I re-tell the story of the most amazing salt fish scrambled eggs at a restaurant in Jamaica) and selected the Fish Cake Eggs Benedict. Ellen went with the Carolina Cheesy Grit Bowl.
Fish cakes and a grits bowl await us.
Both dishes came out steaming with a slice of fresh watermelon on the edge of the plate for a delightful presentation. The fish cakes were large, packed with flavor and covered in “Come Back Sauce,” a slightly sweeter twist on the classic Hollandaise sauce. It worked. The side of potatoes was a good portion, perfect for a mutual “taste test exchange.” We cleaned our plates and took a quick look at the lunch menu, a preview of a return trip with the nephews from Colorado next week. I am happy Ellen found this gem despite already seeing the future line out the door on weekends in July!
Ellen and Hana out in Stage Harbor.
We ended up doing A LOT that day, and thank you to the Chatham Filing Station for keep us full well into the afternoon. We walked the shoreline of Pleasant Bay off the North Chatham town landing, paddleboarded around Stage Harbor (thank you John McGrath at Chatham Kayak Company for bailing me out with the paddle) and White Pond (both with the dog), split a “Salty Llama” (chicken salad wrap) and Beanstock Summer Splash coffee at Chatham Cookware Cafe, toured sharks in the park outside Eldridge Library, grabbed the last pair of QS amphibian shorts in in my size at Chatham Clothing Bar and watched an 11-1 Chatham A’s win over Hyannis at Veteran’s field while enjoying a fresh lobster roll (ellen) and fried clam strips (me) from Chatham Pier Fish Market, while tossing bags in between innings on those custom crafted
Our cornhole boards make their season debut at Veteran’s Field.
Chatham A’s cornhole boards.
It was a great day in Chatham thanks to Ellen and the Chatham Filing Station!
