Cuttyhunk is a small island of 580 acres and a population of 52 (2000 census). It is the last island in the Elizabeth Islands chain that extends southwest from the southern coast of Cape Cod.
Lots of boats anchor out here but you need to watch your chart and use your eyes to avoid Pease Ledge. We had to warn off a sailboat that came charging in straight for the rocks. Yikes!
We decided to spend the next day on Cuttyhunk, something we haven’t done in years.
I was first introduced to the island in 1996 when I was asked to help chaperone a group of 13-year-old boys, including my Adam, who had just graduated from middle school. His friend, Matt, was part of a large family who owned a home on the island. To celebrate the rite of passage from middle school to high school, Matt’s mother, Mary Jane, took the eight boys and 2 older girls to Cuttyhunk for a week. Mary Jane wanted another mother along to lend a hand and invited me. It was a great week. Adam and I have wonderful memories of that time. Once Al and I began to sail out that way, we would stop and visit the Parsons if they were on island. The old family home was sold years ago and we haven’t been there in a long time.
It was a beautiful Sunday morning so breakfast at the Cuttyhunk Fishing Club (1864), a bed and breakfast that sits on a hill and overlooks the water was on the to-do list.
After that hearty breakfast, we went for a walk and tried to find the path up to Lookout Hill. Our memories didn’t fail us and we walked the 150-plus feet up to the highest point on Cuutyhunk for the 360 degree view. To get to the Lookout, you turn off the residential streets (path?) and follow a road with stone walls on both sides up as high as you can.
On our way back down the road, we saw a woman who had driven to this highest point to make a call on her cell phone. I guess there are still connection challenges.
At the base of the road is a cluster of public buildings.
As part of our self-guided mini-tour around Cuttyhunk, we wanted to revisit a few more memories, especially the Parson’s House, IF we could find it!
On the final stretch back to the harbor, there is another restaurant with picnic tables covered in bright red cloths lined up on a shelled driveway, next to a frog pond.
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