I don’t know if it’s the perfect weather we’re having or old age sentimentality, but this place is really growing on me. I mean big time! I could live here. Okay, okay. I know I’ve said that before about other places, probably more than once. Guilty as charged. But this time I really mean it. Really.
I’ve heard that Cohasset was stuffy and stuck-up, but for the first time this season, I get a visit from a friendly dude from a neighboring boat.

Fran Collins. A friendly dude from Cohasset.

The friendly dude’s boat. S/V Oceanus.

My wife is off on a kayaking adventure. She found a waterway to explore that’s too shallow even for our dinghy. I make a note to buy myself a kayak so that in the future I can join her, that is, if she wants me too; sometimes it’s nice to go off on your own. I respect that, but I wish I had the option. We used to have a tandem kayak, but it was so difficult to coordinate movements that we stopped using it. Eventually we sold it to a young couple who probably never heard them called divorce kayaks.

The XO at the helm of Kayan.

Cohasset Village is cute as a button. At Tedeschi’s market, people strike up conversations with me like I was a townie. And it’s contagious. I’m normally not all that talkative, yet I find myself blabbing away with total strangers like we were old buddies. It’s actually kinda freeing.

Cohasset Village scene.

Interesting storefront.

Walking by the water.

Waterfront mansion.

Salty old working boat.

Cohasset yacht club is exclusive and closed to transient boaters. I can’t even find a phone number on the Active Captain cruising guide. There is no shortage of waterfront mansions either. We are obviously in a wealthy town. But Cohasset has an unusual mix of old and new, rich and not so well off, fancy and plain, and it casts a charming light over everything, enhancing its natural beauty tenfold. There’s a tangible easy-going vibe, a glow, a warmth unlike anywhere else I’ve ever been. It’s not just a place, it’s a state of mind. Cohassetness.