The Big Blue

"They that go down to the sea in ships,
That do business in great waters;
These see the works of the Lord,
And his wonders in the deep."

A few months ago, during our frustratingly abbreviated Northeastern summer, LSB and I headed north, up the coast, to Cape Ann. We were looking for vestages of old coastal New England--rusty ships, roadside seafood shacks serving fried clams and lobster rolls, local bars with nautical flotsam and jetsam nailed to weathered beams, and the big, blue ocean itself.

Mostly, though, we were looking for lobster rolls.

Sadly, none of these boats had names worthy of "The Deadliest Catch"

Our first stop was in Gloucester, where we ate delicious and enormous lobster rolls at Latitute 43: not exactly The Clam Box, but it had a nice view and came recommended by the friendly woman at the information booth.

Porchview of Rockport

After lunch we stopped by the Fisherman's Memorial Statue, then continued on to Rockport, where we window shopped, paused for ice cream, strolled along the beach, and bought some lemonade from Jackson before taking the scenic way home around the tip of the cape on Route 127.