This week was Newburyport's Yankee Homecoming with events happening every day/evening. Tuesday evening was the 50th Annual Yankee Homecoming 10mile and 5k road race.
It started in 1960 with 30 runners who finished the original race distance of eight miles. As word spread, and the running boom grew, so did the Yankee Homecoming event. A shorter race was eventually added (the distance alternating between 3 miles and 5K over the years). In the mid-1990's the event hit its peak when over 2200 runners finished the Ten Miler and close to 1000 participants ran the shorter event. Such is the history and tradition, the lore, and the lure of the Yankee Homecoming Races.
Spent my morning in Gloucester today, I was the "finishline" photographer for the 6th Annual Reid's Ride.
A 28 mile bike-o-thon from Lynnfield to Gloucester. Event
registration fees, sponsorships and donations benefit the Reid Sacco
Memorial Cancer Research Fund. This is my 2nd year volunteering my services to this wonderful event. I actually got my Amylou photography logo put on the back of the event tee-shirts this year
So Friday morning at 8:30am I got into my Jeep and headed South on Rt.1 to Cape Cod for a long overdue reunion with my college friend Carol. Carol was renting a house in Dennis for a week and Friday was their last day there...It was just Carol and her long time friend Joan left, everyone had gone home the day before....so I was looking for a fun filled "girls day and evening".
As soon as I arrived at 88 Hunter Way, we hugged hello, grabbed our beach gear and walked the 1/2 mile to the beach. The tide was coming in when we arrived. We put sun tan lotion on, set up our chairs, went in the water, sat in our beach chairs, moved the beach chairs, sat in the beach chairs, went in the water, talked, laughed, moved the beach chairs, talked, laughed, put more sun tan lotions on.
It was a beautiful day on the beach and I was enjoying the relaxation, and the conversation with my long time friend Carol and new friend Joan.
It was now about 3pm and Carol walked down to the water to get cool...she took her sunglasses off and put them on her head, as she did this the safety cord on them caught r her earring and she watched her earring drop into the water...now this was not an ordinary earring. Carol has recently started a seaglass business and these were a special pair of her home-made brown seaglass earrings. Where she was standing, the water was still shallow enough that she could see the bottom of the ocean...Carol, looked and looked and looked in the water for her earring....she borrowed eye goggles so she could see better in the water...complete strangers helped look for the earring...but nothing.
We decided that we would go back to the house...shower change, get a bite to eat, and by about 6:30pm the tide will be going out and we would go back and try to find the earring. Before we left the beach we made note of the exact location that Carol was standing when the earring fell in the water. The spot was in a direct line down to the beach from these set of stairs.
After a nice fried seafood dinner of fried haddock, scallops, clams, shrimp and oysters, we headed back down to the beach. As predicted, the tide was going out and the location that of the lost earring was clear of water, but full of small rocks and green sea weed.
Carol , Joan and I split up and started carefully looking...Cause that is what friends do for each other.
It was like trying to find a needle in a haystack. The earring was brown seaglass with a silver hoop..we keeped our eyes open for that silverness amongst the rocks.
The sunset was beautiful and everyone was enjoying the beautiful evening air at the beach.
Finally, after about 45 minutes, Carol said, "I am ok with it, if you all wanna go, looks like we won't find it".
I looked up facing Joan and Carol (on the right) and said, "wait, let me get a photo of the two of you here".
And after I snapped two photos, I looked down, and right in front of my feet, I spotted a thin silver wire sticking out of the rocks...gasping, I bent down, picked it up and it was the missing earring!!!
Overwhelmed and surprised, we all smiled, laughed and had a big group hug.
Seriously...what were the chances of finding that earring...and as we looked up, the earring had still been in the exact location as to where it fell into the water...it was still in line with the staircase at the water line.
I was so thrilled that I was able to find that earring for Carol, cause I knew how much it meant to her.
Phew...so now we had to celebrate with ice cream. Yummmmm
When we finally got back to the house, we lit some candles and relaxed out side in the darkness on the patio, enjoying the last evening at the beach house together.
Then Carol, said that she had a pair of earrings in her hand, and she presented to me the brown seaglass earrings. What was once so very special to her, she now wanted to pass on to me.
What a special gift from a Special Friend...Thank you my dear friend Carol.
Hubby and I ...spent the evening downtown Danvers (my hometown). Dinner at Supreme
Roast Beef and had my usual Jr.beef with mayo and cheese, onion rings
and medium coke. Then we walked down the street past Lorraine Roy Dress
Shop, Dunkin Donuts and Goodies Ice Cream, finally stopping in front of
"Cigars R Us". We chatting with the guys sitting on the bench outside
the store, who were smoking their cigars and enjoying themselves and
relaxing. Once they got comfortable with me and they realized I was not
there to harass them, they let me take their photos. And I assured
them that i would deliver prints to the store for them. What a nice
bunch of guys...they are not there to bother anyone, they are just there
to socialize and enjoy the friendly atmosphere of Down Town Danvers.
They have gotten harassed in the past because of their cigar
smoking...but honestly..for the 30 minutes or so that we stood around
and chatted with these 4-5 men that were smoking their cigars...i could
barely smell the smoke. The smell of diesel engines was a stronger more
offensive smell. I thank them for their hospitality as I strolled
through the downtown streets of Danvers. I know we have made new
Yup...I made it to the end and back, rode a total of 13.6 miles on the Bruce Freeman Rail Trail today. If no one does, I am patting myself on the back because this is only the second time that I have ridden my 1993 Bridgestone XO-3 in 15 years.. Once last year and this is the first time this year...I am going to make sure i keep the momentum going this year.