Archive for August, 2011

We hadn’t gone to the Marshfield Fair in years (over a decade I’m certain) as Sue and I had grown weary of hauling our burgeoning load of young children through the carny scene.   So when we were trying to decide what to do this past Saturday afternoon and Jessica suggested that the Fair was in town, we agreed to pack up our now mostly teen-and-older-no-longer-needing-to-be-hauled kids and go.  Turns out, it was cleaner, better organized and less stressful than I remember, or maybe this was just the difference between being independently mobile compared to the days of packing multiple strollers and diaper bags and all the acoutrements of young familyhood.  What’s more, either the fair just isn’t as popular as in years past, or we got lucky and went on a day when much of the rest of the local population decided to go elsewhere, the result being that there were no dense crowds or long lines to speak of.  And finally, we were delighted to find that Fiesta Shows, although still offering all of the old classic rides like the zipper, flying bobs, and swing-ride, had updated their repertoire with some truly impressive high-tech additions.  Even the drive down rte 3 to Marshfield wasn’t bad and making the quick loop around the high school to come into the fairgrounds on 3a from the north proved to be traffic-free.  We parked in the lot that supports the Marshfield School Music Boosters (of course!) and headed into the fairgrounds, lead by our noses  to the tantalizing aromas of Fair food.

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Jess, Jelisha and Jay pose with the french fry bucket pirate.

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Yours truly taking a spin on the bumpers with Jay. Photo by Jess.

grandstand seats for the truck pull

The fam has the best seats in the old-school wooden grandstands for an all-american event - the truck pull.

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Jules and Hayley took a spin on this colorfully lit piece of high-tech machinery.

panoramic view of Freak Out ride

Jules and Hayley took a ride on Freak Out, unquestionably the most popular ride in the midway featuring thumping dubstep music including fam-favorite Skrillex. While waiting in line, Jules and Hayley had to make way for the exit of Aerosmith Rocker Steven Tyler who went on the ride before them.

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Jess notices the camera pointed her way and flashes a Mona Lisa.

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Anonymous turtle-shell backpacker spotted on the midway disappoints all by failing to shuffle.

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An heirloom Bearded Iris blooms against the driveway fence

Here are a few blooms and a little furry visitor from the spring garden this year.  I forgot I had taken these pictures and dicovered them while uploading photos from a recent trip to Cape Cod.
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White and yellow bog iris reflects early morning sunlight to create a halo effect in this photo.

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Self sown flowers spring up throughout the long driveway border. I can no longer recall all the names, but beauty speaks for itself.

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White bearded iris as frilly and pretty as a young girl's party dress.

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Creeping sedum blooms yellow in the nooks and crannies of the front steps. Notice the furry little visitor to the left of the steps who popped in for the photo shoot.

photo of eastern chipmunk, Tamias striatus

How could I possibly resist getting a couple shots of this furry little chipmunk when he practically invited himself to the party?

After a fruitless morning of surfcasting the outer cape beaches, James finally lands a Marconi Beach prize bluefish. Here he shows off the roughly 15 lb fish before returning it to the surf to live another day.

7/28/2011, Marconi Beach, Wellfleet, MA – You shoulda seen it, the blitz coming down the beach was like an approaching storm except on closer inspection it could be seen that massive silvery fish bodies were hurtling, teeth first, out of the wildly boiling water and crazy-hungry seabirds were plummeting into the surf to greedily devour baitfish trapped between the madding school below and the circling kamikaze squad above. Suddenly the lifeguards started whistling everyone out of the water.

James, who’s been observing the approach of the frenzied school since he first spotted a few birds on the horizon says “it’s time!” and starts casting out his bright pink bluefish bomber, landing it 200-300 feet offshore and into the wild melee. In the span of two or three casts, he takes repeated hits on the bomber (that scar it for life we later observe) but the bomber’s large single hook isn’t doing the trick and while he has several close calls, he fails to hook up. I see him running up the beach for the tackle box, “gotta get a treble on!” he yells. I’m hoping the blitz doesn’t pass by while he’s switching up tackle. I’ve already decided to stick it out with my chunk mackerel glued to the bottom about 150 feet out. But in that instant I feel the school passing over my line like a buzzsaw and I’m left with nothing but a bare hook.

Meanwhile, James deftly unclips the bomber from his snap swivel and attaches his favorite “old faithful,” a solid metal tin with chipped blue and silver reflective finish and whips it out into the surf. It barely hits the water when his rod curves over into the classic C-shape and he bellows out “FISH ON!” (thanks Dan Smith for instilling that habit in my kids). Once, twice, three times, I see him pull back hard on the rod, just makin’ sure the hook is set good he’d say. 😛

Then the fight begins in earnest as the big fish lunges seaward, stripping 40 Lb braid off of James’ buzzing reel like a giant sewing machine whipping through a fresh spool of thread. James backs up the beach a bit and pulls back on his rod to gain a few feet of line then quickly reels it forward and repeats a few times before the fish, with renewed vigor, turns tail, and strips off another 20 or 30 feet of line!

As this is taking place, a crowd of onlookers, mostly people who were in the water a few minutes ago until evicted by the guards, has begun to gather around him, talking excitedly among themselves about what might be on the other end of the line, and how big it may be.  He continues the give and take with his quarry as the crowd grows thick on the beach, many people cutting through the now 3-4 person deep arc of onlookers to snap pictures of James’ epic battle. Suddenly there’s a silvery splash just offshore. “I see it!” yells somebody and the whole crowd gasps as they’re treated to a perfect view of the giant fish gunning sideways through the crystal-clear water of the nearest swell, still battling fiercely to get back out to the deep water. Then in a moment, James hauls the flopping fish up onto the wet sand and the crowd erupts into spontaneous applause as a few veteran fishermen, warning kids to keep fingers and toes back from the toothsome critter, step out of the crowd to assist with subduing the heaving fish, holding it down so I can unhook the lure without losing any fingers in the process.

And as quickly as it started, it’s all over.  The blitzing fish have continued northward along the beachhead towards Lecount’s Hollow, and the crowd has dissipated, returning to their towels and umbrellas and the water with a few curious onlookers hanging around long enough to ask James if he plans to keep it. In response, James poses for a few shots with his prize then releases the magnificent beast back into the surf from whence it came.