A Cape Cod Notebook

After a long winter on Cape Cod, Mary Bergman laces up her boots and heads to Portugal's rugged Atlantic coast to hike the Fisherman's Trail. She travels through the last stretch of undeveloped coastline in Europe, where ancient cliffs, turquoise water, and fearless local fishermen offer a world apart from home.

A dog's unblinking vigil at a Cape Cod window becomes a quiet reflection on attention, perception, and all the things just outside the frame of human awareness.

From hydrangea fun facts to backyard storytelling, Tom Moroney shares a charming and humorous vision of what he calls “The People’s Stop” on the festival tour.

One of many mysteries that attends living on Cape Cod manifests in an unlikely location: Route 6, Harwich, around what most people still call Exit 10 at Route 124, now officially Exit 82.

A quiet nighttime journey to count horseshoe crabs becomes an exploration of Nantucket’s seasonal transformations. From blooming lilacs to shifting shorelines, Mary Bergman reflects on the beauty, fragility, and resilience of coastal life.

In the middle of a snowy Cape Cod winter, a dog, an opossum, and a pair of neighbors create an unforgettable moment of surprise, humor, and connection.

Tom Moroney explores the efforts to protect the herring population on the Cape and the volunteers and infrastructure that make its recovery possible.

Nantucket writer and historian Mary Bergman talks about the sounds of wildlife reemerging signaling the return of spring.

Walk around the cranberry bogs of Cape Cod – cranberries.org says about 11,500 bogs in southeastern Massachusetts – in mid-winter, and it’s quiet. Desolate. Frigid. Filled with life.

Nantucket historian and writer Mary Bergman speaks on the practice and tradition of scallop harvesting.

Building a stone wall

Darkness

Trespassers

S’no garage for me….

Jonathan Walker, slave stealer

Standing at the Edge of the World

I spent many years as an objective observer of this place. An academic, a historian, a researcher. On my better days, an anthropologist or some kind of gonzo documentarian, snapping pictures and recording my observations on the yellow legal pads I took everywhere, even the beach.

If you live on Cape Cod, you likely have sand in your car. And if you live on Cape Cod and don’t have sand in your car, I might question if you are really living life to its fullest.

A repository of Cape Cod artifacts

Cummiquid writer Susan Moeller takes a rabbit hole trip to an earlier Cape Cod.

Seth Rolbein talks about fish names

Tale of tequila and a saxophone

The hound has gifted me a new image of hope. And it looks like an otter.

In this week's Cape Cod Notebook, Mary Bergman talks about October on Nantucket

I went in the water yesterday, a little slower than the day before, slower still than July when it was hot, hot, hot. The water now is not. A stiff breeze made for an embarrassing race to my towel to dry off, if anyone was watching. No one was.

Time now for a Cape Cod Notebook. This week, Wellfleet journalist Seth Rolbein talks about the restoration of wetlands in Harwich.