It is blustery and sunny when I wake this morning. The indoor thermometer reads 67 degrees. Not too bad given it’s in the 50’s outside. Last night I dreamed about my dog Judge and a wolverine. According to an animal totem website, “Wolverine heralds the awakening of passion for life and the ability to absorb all the lessons that come our way. This passion can be a gift or a curse, depending on how it is used. One can be a glutton for food (a detriment) or a glutton for knowledge (a benefit). Wolverine teaches us never to surrender, to pursue what we desire until we reach our goals.” Words to the wise as I continue struggling with this challenging middle grade novel.
I think that there is a wonderful thing that can happen if you're with one other person or your family or a group of friends. … You face these challenges together, you see these beautiful things together. It's a shared experience that you forever have that bonds you. I feel like everyone should get to have that experience. I also think that it's really something else to be alone because there is nobody to buffer the experience between you and the world, there is nobody to lean on in hard times, there is nobody to distract you from your loneliness or your thoughts. … But some kind of particular strength rises out of doing it all on your own."
As I mentioned earlier, the jeep road is locked except to those few families who have shacks and to Art’s Dune Tours. There’s an air horn and a red flag hanging in the rafters if I were to need help. That’s given I could climb up to get it and hang it outside. The theory being that Art or some other dune dweller would hear or see it and come check on you. There’s also spotty cell service from certain dune tops and bunk tops as well as a notebook listing Euphoria’s coordinates if one needed to give that info to the Coast Guard and/or Park Service-- if one could only reach the Coast Guard/Park Service.
I actually packed one but Euphoria is fairly well stocked and already had one. There’s even a vintage 70’s orange soup pot that will be perfect for curry vegetable soup later on. All of the shacks are special, but this one seems to have some extra touches that make it even more charming. For instance, the paper towel rack has a fishing sinker weight that keeps the towels from blowing.
The roof shingle nails that came through the ceiling are creatively concealed with wine corks.
And someone has hung an old snail fossil on the door and a rusty nameplate.
I pass the compass grass which gets its name from the way the wind causes the grass to swirl around in perfect circles like the way an old-fashioned drawing compass works.
It’s amazing what grows in sand. The cranberries are plentiful and ripe. I snitch pocketfuls.
They say you can dig a hole here and quickly reach water, which is what the coyotes do when they get thirsty. Red foxes have actually taken over since the coyote is no longer protected here. One night in town while walking back to my guesthouse, I ran into a fox who was much more intent on catching mice than paying attention to me. We walked along for several yards together. At the Provincetown Pilgrim’s Monument Museum a male kit curls up right outside the door every day at 4pm. He seems to like posing for the cameras.