Author, Wordsmith for the Wilderness
One of my roommates at Harvard, John Hagenbuckle, was the son of a man who ran one of the sailing camps on Pleasant Bay. There used to be at least 10 camps in Orleans and Chatham—this one was called Viking. During the year, John took me down to the Cape a couple of times. And I was sort of taken with it immediately. Somehow, he got me a job at the camp—I was just kind of a gopher guy. I always felt I was very fortunate to have that as my introduction to Cape Cod. There is something about Pleasant Bay that I still think makes it a magic place. It really sunk its hooks in me that summer.