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FTP Journal Excerpts: ARTICLE 04.01.04
Provincetown-New Bedford MA

"Even a journey of 1,000 miles begins with a single step. I took that first step March 26 at Herring Cove on Cape Cod, the start of our 3,600-mile trek across the U.S. One step down, 10 million to go.

Photographer Travis Lindhorst and I are on a coast-to-coast journey in search of the heartbeat of America as we travel the entire length of Route 6, a country road that stretches from Provincetown, Massachusetts to Long Beach, Califormia."

[For a larger view of this past week's travels, simply click on the map above]

"Travis and I dipped our hands in the frigid Atlantic and began our trip. Travis drops me off each morning and picks me up at days end. In between, he takes pictures. We're an odd couple, of sorts, a 27-year-old tech-savvy photographer and an old curmudgeon thrown together by a desire to explore."

"… in summer, this place is so crowded you don't go to town unless you have to," said Bloch, 77, who's been coming to Truro for decades and moved here year-round in 1990. For him, the lower cape (that's the outer end of this curled-arm shaped peninsula) is a slice of heaven in winter. You can walk over dunes, look out onto Cape Cod Bay and see the world as it was long ago: ducks swimming in green water with a lonely boat or two off in the distance. No people. On special days, the wind, waves and freezing temperatures combine to transform the water into a giant ice sculpture. "Some of them look like creatures with big teeth. It only happens a few times a year, but it's spectacular," Henry said.

A few minutes later I met Dick Buck peering at the lake with binoculars.

"Do you know the lake's name?" I asked.
"Young man, I know everything there is to know about this town," said Dick, who admitted to being "somewhat over 60."
And with that, he offered to take me on a brief tour of his beloved hometown, Dennis. Hey, I'll go anywhere with someone who calls me young man.

Kris and Peter now raise rabbits, sheep, goats and five llamas (not to mention two dogs, a cat and two sons) - all providing wool for Kris' new passion. Knitting.

"It just mushroomed," she said referring to the menagerie in her back yard. "And it happened because Peter was patient, kind and willing to help out with the work, even though he's plenty busy as a contractor."

You should see the things Kris knits. The colors are fantastic. I was very tempted to try on a purple sweater and "forget" to take it off before I left.

"Seeing the crowds and the multimillion-dollar homes, it's hard to believe the Pilgrims snubbed Cape Cod. Their first stop on the new continent was near Provincetown. They went ashore, gathered provisions and stayed a short while. But they couldn't maneuver the Mayflower close to land and they had to wade to and from the ship. At least one Pilgrim drowned making the commute. Eventually, they sailed north to what is now Plymouth."

"If you love books, plan to spend time at the Parnassus Book Service in a big blue barn of a building on 6A in Yarmouth. You can pick a paperback from the thousands under a roof on the side of the building. If the store's closed just leave a dollar in the mail slot.

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