Eastham - Cape Cod2010 Population: 4,956 |
KAROO RESTAURANT
Karoo Restaurant is inspired by the diversity of British, Dutch, African, Malaysian, Portuguese and Indian flavors that make up the delicious dishes of Chef Sanette Groenewald’s South African homeland. Chef Sanette was born and raised in a small town called Wolseley located in the Little Karoo where life is simple, down to earth, unpretentious, and full of friendly people. That is the principle on which both Karoo Restaurant and Karoo Kafe was built.Karoo Kafe is where it all started 12 years ago when Chef Sanette opened her first restaurant in the United States, a small South African Kafe located in Provincetown. Karoo Kafe opened in 2002 with the idea of introducing her home food to the people of Cape Cod. Her recipes go as far back as 8 generations and she has hand picked the ones that are dearest to her heart. Find out more about Karoo Kafe by visiting karookafe.com
3 Main St #32B, Eastham, MA
phone: (508) 255-8288
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| Police activity closes North Sunken Meadow Road in Eastham Friday June 13, 2025 |
| EASTHAM ? From Eastham Police: Eastham Police are on the scene of a barricaded suspect at a residence in North Sunken Meadow Road. There are multiple police units on scene. There is no threat to the public at this time. Please avoid the area. CWN will bring you further details as we get them from [?]
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| Where the Sea Whispers in Morse: A Visit to Long Point Lighthouse Friday June 13, 2025 |
| Some days just begin with a feeling. Not an idea, not a plan. Just that low, instinctual hum?like something in your bones knows you need to head toward water. This morning was one of those days.
Sadie and I loaded up the old black Porsche 911SC just after sunrise, coffee in hand, and no real agenda in mind. She wore a light linen shirt, the sleeves rolled up the way she always does when she's in adventure mode. I had that familiar feeling I get every time I hear the engine kick over: anticipation tinged with nostalgia. There's something about an air-cooled flat-six engine echoing off a two-lane road that makes the rest of the world melt away.
The destination, loosely, was the Cape. We didn't bother naming a beach. That would have made it feel like an obligation. We just drove east, the sun at our backs and no traffic in sight.
Midway through the drive, somewhere around Eastham, Sadie mentioned?almost offhand?that she'd always wanted to visit Long Point Lighthouse. She'd read about it once in some travel magazine in a Munich waiting room, and it stuck in her mind ever since. ?They call it 'The Graveyard of Ships,' you know,? she said, sipping her iced coffee like it was no big deal. I glanced over at her and smiled. I've known her long enough to recognize when something is not just a passing thought.
And just like that, we had a mission.
Now, for anyone unfamiliar: Long Point Lighthouse sits at the very tip of Provincetown like a quiet sentinel, surrounded by sand, sea, and sky. It's not the kind of place you just happen upon. It requires a little intention, a bit of work, and a willingness to get sand in your shoes. We parked near the edge of town, ditched the Porsche under the shade of some scrappy trees, and made our way across the long, winding, slightly surreal trek over the breakwater?a granite causeway that stretches across Provincetown Harbor like a spine made for walking.
The walk itself is a rite of passage. Each slab of rock is uneven, sunbaked, and stained by decades of sea spray and seabird drama. We walked hand in hand, occasionally pausing to look out over the glassy harbor. Fiddler crabs scurried in the shallows. A pair of terns circled above, squawking like tiny winged sentries.
After a while, the lighthouse came into view?whitewashed, square, and unassuming. Not the dramatic, gothic kind you see in paintings, but something quiet, sturdy, and noble. A keeper of stories. A historian of storms.
The beach around it was almost empty?just the occasional birdwatcher and one older couple sitting on folding chairs, binoculars dangling around their necks like necklaces of intent. The air smelled like sun-warmed salt and dune grass. We kicked off our shoes and walked along the sand, watching the waves roll in at a slant, their rhythm deliberate and unhurried.
Standing near the lighthouse, you can't help but feel the gravity of history. Hundreds of ships once met their fate in these waters. The currents are brutal, the fog relentless. Long Point Light was built to guide the desperate and the brave away from catastrophe?and in its quiet way, it still does.
Sadie stood with her hand on the cool stone base of the structure, her eyes scanning the horizon like she could see the ghosts of masts through the shimmer of heat. She doesn't speak often in places like this. She just absorbs. And I let her. She's always understood the language of lighthouses?silent, resilient, understated.
We sat for a while on the sand near the base, sharing a bottle of water and a bag of trail mix that tasted exactly like every road trip we've ever taken. We talked about everything and nothing?hospital politics, the garden back home, whether we should bring Kevin with us next time (he'd complain the whole walk but secretly love it).
Eventually, the sun began its slow arc westward. We made our way back across the breakwater, this time a little quieter, the wind stronger now, kicking up tiny swirls of sand like mischief.
By the time we reached the Porsche again, the car felt like a familiar friend waiting patiently for our return. We brushed off the sand, slipped in, and turned the key. The engine roared back to life, not so much loud as confident?like it knew the way home even if we didn't.
As we pulled out of Provincetown, Sadie reached over, rested her hand on my leg, and said simply, ?I'm glad we came.?
Me too.
There are places that ask nothing of you but attention. Long Point is one of those. It doesn't beg for Instagram posts or souvenir pennies. It just waits?quiet, stoic, timeless. Like a lighthouse should. |
| Coast Guard searching for fishing vessel two days overdue last seen off Eastham Tuesday June 10, 2025 |
| EASTHAM ? From US Coast Guard Sector Southeastern New England: The Coast Guard is searching for F/V SEAHORSE, a white 30 ft fishing vessel that is two days overdue. The vessel has a mermaid on the bow, and ?SEAHORSE? painted on the stern in rough lettering. The vessel was known to be fishing in the [?]
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