Shipwreck on Plum Island

It may sound like the title to an insanely over-the-top dramatic piece of cinema,
but it's really a tale of stupidity. The way I was told the story, the captain of this
ship THOUGH he knew the right way to in to wherever it was he was going and he
chose the WRONG way. Now the ship, the crane and the whole shebang is way up
on the beach at Plum Island and is unsalvageable. But... their loss is OUR gain in
that it made for some pretty spectacular photographs and my first time out on
the beach in the winter time...

(Official report from the U.S. Coast Guard News)

Look what washed up on the beach...	These guys really took a wrong turn
They REALLY want us BACK 200 Feet	Crissie posing with the wreck
The Crane & Boom aren't secure...	Backside of the wreck...
Even more backside...	Doug, NOT staying back 200 Ft.

Mad Martha's on Plum Island

is an amazingly charming and cool place right off the main road that goes right to the end of Plum Island where Crissie & I had breakfast one chilly December morning. She was dealing with a cold (not to mention injuries incurred while trying to give a friend's cat a necessary injection)... I, on the other hand was merely dealing with cool new surroundings... The staff at Mad Martha's...	Interior of Mad Martha's
F.Y.I. - Mad Martha's is on Plum Island	Mad Martha's is basically the first floor of a house that seats about 30 people or so at some great retro dinette tables, some having all kinds of photos under a layer of plastic set atop the tabletop. We went there for breakfast and I had the "Special Omelete" which was "special" because it had salmon, brie and spinach in it, served along with potatoes and Portuguese sweet bread, which was VERY yummy...
I had the "Special Omelete"...	Crissie had antibiotics...