Cuttyhunk is an subtle and quiet but yet beuatiful island with an inside anchorage protected mostly from all sides except the North. The picture below shows an elevated view of the cut with the marker light at the entrance to the North.
The island has what appears to be mostly vacation homes and has no city or town with things to do. There is a small town store, but the vibe is very laid back. There are plenty of great views just walking around the protected inner anchorage.
We found happiness hiking and walking around the island. We walked up and down the long main road. At the top of the island, you can see in all directions to the South where you can see the Bartholomew Gosnold Monument built in 1903. It was interesting to see the military reinforced positions and bunkers at the top of the island. We decided to open up the geocache app and have a little fun.
We trekked most of the island by foot. We saw the rocky beaches, the inn, the graveyard. There was almost no end to the stunning vistas. The homes all seem to fit into the scenery very well with their shingled siding.
Waves crashed on rounded rocks on the beaches. We found the yacht club and watched a sailing camp for kids where our daughter was jealous and missing her racing team back home. There were many moms gathering together with their children to watch them play on the beaches. Very few men which made me think this was definitely a vacation island.
At $50 per lobster roll, the island didn’t have to hide the fact that it was crazy expensive. We filled up diesel for $7/gallon just because we used so much fuel already. We really wanted to come to here, to be in Cuttyhunk for us represented our determination and ability to put it all together.
We couldn’t help but steal a picture of Skyward in the mooring field. Seeing as we wanted to get away from the island sooner than planned, we re-organized the entire trip again and planned a stop in Marion, MA. We found out that Betheny Yacht Club just finished their weekend social activity here and then then all cleared out of the mooring field. After they left, there were literally just a half-dozen of us remaining.
Soon we were ready to pack up and get out on the water and sail away like this guy. Next stops: Marion, MA and then Provincetown, MA.
