Sunday, August 15, 2010

Why Dyer Pond Remains So Special ...

“How do we get to Dyer Pond?” our guests always ask.

Directions to Dyer Pond are not easily shared. Still, Sven and I will tell our B&B guests how to walk there through the woods. I explain how not to get lost at the power lines. Sven prefers to draw a map, usually Native-American style, on the ground.

In summer and fall, Dyer pond is perfect for swimming. Five years ago it was recommended in the New York Times as “the most secluded, the most serene.” Of course, for a couple years afterward, random New York Times readers trooped through “our” woods, determined to enjoy Cape Cod’s most precious pond. Strangers even stopped to ask if they could park their car in our parking space. Now, time has passed, and Dyer fortunately has faded from public attention.

Sven loves Dyer Pond because the water is extremely clear. I’m not a swimmer, so cannot vouch for this conclusion.
Another friend told me swimming in Dyer was like skinny-dipping because the water almost caresses the skin. They both would cross to the opposite bank and back.

Sven and I walked to Dyer Pond this weekend. There weren’t many people on the shore. A family was leaving as we arrived. A couple sat in beach chairs, engrossed in books. A mother, with her adopted daughter, frolicked in the shallows. Two teenagers leaned against pine trees, looking very bored.

The bikini-clad girls would throw glances from time to time at Mom, who was on a cell phone. Finally she ended the call and told them they had been invited to go “bridge jumping” at Lieutenant Island. The girls leaped to their feet and set off, suddenly all smiles, eager to join a larger group of young people. Dyer Pond may be quiet and beautiful, but I guess it’s not perfect for everyone.

How does one get there? Oh, I’m not telling ….

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Please don't tell! It's one of our favorites, but we hope that the long walk through the woods to get there will continue to deter most people from bothering to drag all their stuff. Let them go to Long Pond or Great Pond instead! It is quite remarkable how many hidden ponds there are in Wellfleet that the Chamber does not even list in its book promoting Wellfleet. I promise not to tell if you do, and keep the NYTimes reporters away!!
Someone once wrote about one of our hidden gems in the Boston Globe. It was a hidden gem.
Now there is a parking lot and cars parked up and down the road to get in there.
Be warned!
It must be incredible to swim in a clear lake with trees all around. The photos looks beautiful. I love to swim but have done most of my swimming in pools. A lake would be such a treat.
Looks like clouds of algae being disturbed by the person in the picture wading into the pond..
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Welcome, Richard. No algae in Dyer Pond. I'm not sure what it is on either side of the little beach area, but Sven tells me there are needles from the pine trees. Having ventured into a lot of ponds here, I can tell you waders face muck in some, lily pads in others. And, the person wading in the first photo, and the person swimming back in the last photo, are both my husband.
Hehe, I thought that too, but look closer. What you'll notice in that first pic is that the water is SO CLEAR that you're seeing straight through to the bottom. The "algae" you see is actually the sandy bottom, in contrast to the dark areas of indeed pine needles resting on the sand!

I can't tell you which is my favourite Wellfleet kettle pond, nevermind how to get there. I know it's terribly elitist and exclusionary, but it's either that or the tragedy of the commons!! Dyer is certainly nice ...
Sounds like Heaven!! Wish I were near.
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I recently went on a trip to a hidden beach on the Oregon Coast that was so beautiful and majestic that I don't want to publish a story about it. Now I'm in a bind. The good folks there are expecting an article (and need the tourist dollars) but I just don't want to publicize such a special, fragile spot.

Reading about Dyer Pond (and how you DON'T tell people how to get there) made me think of this.

Etani (my 6-year-old son who is enjoying all the photos on your blog) wants me to tell you that he went on the hike, as did his sisters, the head of the Gold Beach visitors bureau, his niece, and our dear friend Sue. He thinks you should know that even though you don't know all of them, but you do know him.
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reminded me of a conversation I had with a friend a while back. she was asking me if I planned to write about a particular place, and my answer was no. there are places I don't write about. my connection to these places is called to be of a different sort.
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When I was a kid we lived on the power lines very near the pond. We never saw anhone else there except a few hippies skinny dipping now and then. But thanks to the NPS trail maps in the 80s, utility vehicles in the 90s, Gps and the internet and your lousy blog. The place is littered with careless people from all over. Thanks for continuing your effort to boost your ego by telling everyone about your secret pond. I hate to tell you any fool with a gps cruising down route six sees it off to the side of his map display. The curious just zoom in and fjnd one of the many trails. But thanks for inspiring others to find it as well sometimes I wish people like you never washed ashore, you come here because it is so quaint and serene and then brag to the whole world about it until it becomes just like the place you fled. Then you also brag about how you would not tell just tell anyone. Get with the times just mention the name of anyplace and in seconds using the same tool you boost your ego with. The internet is more than your self boosting home, we all use it. Sorry to be so blunt. On the flipside, I hope you continue to enjoy the pond for many years to come despite the crowds

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