Glah-stah, not glow-chester or any other seemingly logical pronunciation is a fishing town on Cape Ann, known for its shipbuilding and fishing industries, and the infamous high school pregnancy pact of 2010. It has become home to many artists over the years because it seems that artists are often enthralled with ships and beautiful landscapes.
After nearly five years of living in the Boston area, the number of times I explored outside of the city is pitifully low. While I would never have let this happen in any of the other places I have lived, something seems to change when my duration somewhere is unknown. Our explorations in Gloucester took us to a local seafood joint, and the fisherman’s memorial (over 10,000 people have died at sea in the town’s history), past a junkyard, to the artist’s colony and out to a lighthouse. Just what a day in a fishing town should be.