Curious Cape Cod: The 7 Wonders of Bound Brook Island
WELLFLEET I was smoking bluefish with my barbeque coach, Connie Flagration, when a small earthquake tipped over the hot coals and sent them cascading down the hill toward the marsh. Connie wrapped me in a rug and rolled me after them: it was a hot and bumpy ride that ended with a mucky splash, but the brush fire was extinguished.
As I removed shocked peepers from my trousers, I looked back up the hill and saw that the coals had burned strange symbols in the pine needles. When I stood on my head and squinted, the following message was revealed: