We are all searching for heaven on earth. Perhaps after we cross the river for the final time, the clouds will part and gates to paradise will open. Should we hold our breath? In the interim, while chained to this lonely planet, we strive to create an illusion of paradise.
Cape Cod is a logical place in which to attempt the impossible. Many here have purchased BMW convertibles, expanded modest bungalows into sprawling mansions, launched stupendous yachts and installed heated pools complete with bath houses. Are these wealthy any nearer to transcendent bliss?
I have chosen a different path (since I cannot afford the luxury route). I spend time at the National Seashore. The air is clean, the breezes soft, the sun warm and the water frigid (will true paradise have similar drawbacks?). My idea of bliss is a roast beef sandwich on a bulkie roll garnished with lettuce, tomato, yellow mustard and white mayo ($5.49 at the Wellfleet village market) devoured slowly while lounging in the heathland off North Pamet Road. I savor each bite, surrounded by wildflowers, calls of the Towhee and the scent of pine needles baking in the noon day sun.
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| An Eastern Tiger Swallowtail posed for me |
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| Pasture Rose |
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| Trail through heathland off N. Pamet Road |
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| View of Atlantic from lunch spot |
