🐚 A Broken Compass. 2:17AM. Snow Lining Up.

The tone goes off. The tide keeps moving. Who do you want beside you?

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Arthur Radtke
February 19, 2026

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Hey, Cape people.

This week has range.

You can start it in a quiet dining room in Orleans where nobody argues about the rolls — and end it staring at tidal ice that looked harmless this week, until it turned tragic. You can read about a wooden lifeboat launching over the Chatham Bar with no compass… and then scroll straight into a debate about how small towns really hire at 2:17AM.

  • There’s a restaurant locals trust.

  • A winter shoreline warning you shouldn’t ignore.

  • A Coast Guard story that still makes Pollock Rip feel personal.

  • A housing conversation that won’t stay polite.

  • And why some Cape homes are already positioned before anyone knows they’re for sale.

Add snow lining up offshore. Vacation week chaos. The Squire loud. The Orpheum glowing. Studio lights on in Harwich.

Go dig in.

Pick your argument.

The Restaurant Orleans Locals Don’t Argue About

You know the feeling.

It’s 5:30. Dark outside. You want a proper sit-down dinner — not fried, not frantic, not fancy-fancy — just somewhere that feels grown up and steady.

That’s where the Beacon Room lives.

Quietly tucked on West Road in Orleans, it’s been doing polished-but-comfortable for years. No theatrics. No neon. Just solid food, warm rolls, and rooms that understand how Cape dinners are supposed to go.

At First Encounter, the Bay Was Hiding in Plain Sight

From the parking lot at First Encounter, it looked like a frozen field you could walk across. It wasn’t. Beneath that white surface, the tide was still moving — and this week in Eastham, that difference turned deadly. If you walk the marsh in winter, here’s what you need to know about tidal ice before you take another step.

The Night Chatham Launched

On February 18, 1952, a nor’easter tore across the Lower Cape and a 503-foot oil tanker split in half just 10 miles off Chatham. Thirty-three men were left clinging to the stern in 40–60 foot seas. No distress call. By late afternoon, radar picked up two faint blips — and only four Coast Guardsmen remained at the station to answer them.

They took a 36-foot wooden lifeboat over the bar. A wave shattered the windshield. The compass was ripped from its mount. Most crews would have turned back. They kept going — toward a drifting hulk somewhere beyond Pollock Rip, in water that still makes locals uneasy on a calm day.

🔥 2:17AM. The Tone Goes Off. Who Do You Want Beside You?

That’s the real interview question around here.

It’s personal.
It’s unspoken.
And it changes how small towns hire.

🌊 This Isn’t Suburbia. Why Do We Market Homes Like It Is?

On the Lower Cape, we like to believe the market handles things.

Put the sign up.
Sweep the walk.
Let it ride.

And most of the time, yes — it sells.

But here’s the part people don’t say out loud in the kitchen after the showing:

When a home feels ordinary, buyers treat it that way.

They nod.
They circle back.
They start negotiating.

The real difference between “it sold” and “it sold well” almost never happens on listing day.

It happens in the quiet stretch before anyone ever walks through the door.

I’ve stopped thinking about listing day as the starting line.

What happens before it — the framing, the story, the way the house is understood — that’s where the leverage lives.

Don’t Just Sit This Week Out.

Flour on your hands.
Stone dust in the air.
Studio lights on.
Trivia buzzing.
Kids everywhere.

Make something.
Learn something.
Sing something.

Pick a room.
Go.

Classes & Workshops — Learn Together, Make Locally

Community & Social - Rooms where the Cape overlaps

Family & Kids - Built to absorb motion

Food & Drink - Meals that buy you time

Games, Hobbies & Clubs - Familiar rituals. Low pressure. No explaining

Health & Wellness - Small resets that keep you functional

Music & Live Entertainment - Early sets, late nights, and places that stay open

Nature & History - Old ground. Shifting edges

Talks, Books & Big Ideas - Conversations that carry a little weight

Theater & Film - Give the night somewhere to land

🌦️ Lower Cape Weather — Feb 19 - Feb 25 (What Actually Matters)

🌤️ Thursday

It almost feels reasonable out there.
40°, a soft breeze off the water, sun slipping in and out over the marsh. You can stand outside for a minute without regretting it.
Quiet night. 30°. Still.

🌧️ Friday

The gray rolls in. By late afternoon, rain taps the windows.
At night it starts to mix — that wet Cape snow that makes you squint at the streetlights. Nothing major. Just a reminder.

❄️ Saturday

A few leftover flakes early, then just a cold, cloudy February day.
35°. Damp air.
Night drops to the 20s. Feels like something’s lining up offshore.

🌬️ Sunday

Low sky. 37°. The kind of day where the ocean looks restless.
By night, the wind starts talking. Snow steadies late.
1–3 inches by morning.

❄️🌬️ Monday

This is the shovel one.
Snow on and off. Wind gusting hard enough to push it sideways.
Another 3–5 inches possible.
Nauset side probably gets the brunt of it.

🌤️ Tuesday

The storm pulls away.
Cold. Brighter. 34°.
Clear night in the 20s — that sharp Cape quiet where you can hear everything.

🌦️ Wednesday

We thaw a little. Near 40°.
Clouds return.
Rain back by night.

The days are getting longer.
But winter isn’t ready to hand over the keys just yet.

Before you click away —

Do one thing this week that isn’t already on autopilot.

Go somewhere you’ve quietly decided “isn’t for you.”
Sit next to someone you don’t usually sit next to.
Ask an older local about the storm they still measure everything against.
Stand at the marsh overlook and watch how fast the tide erases your assumptions.

Read the piece you’re already arguing with in your head.

We live on a sandbar. The edges move.

Reply. Push back. Tell me I’m wrong. Forward this to the friend who always has a take.

The Lower Cape stays sharp because we stay sharp.

See you in it.

-Arthur

Arthur Radtke • REALTOR®, eXp Realty
MA License #9582725

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