I don’t think we’re in Wyoming anymore

BY COURT MERRIGAN

Hi, there. My name is Court Merrigan, and I just moved to postcard-lovely Marblehead from the high plains of Wyoming. I’ve come about as far east from home as you can go before you run out of land.

Speaking of. I recently ventured to the edge of this marvelous land’s end known as Marblehead and watched the Atlantic Ocean get angry enough to crash water over the causeway.

Now, back in Wyoming, the wind blows hard enough that sometimes you think you see boulders flying by. That’s just dust in your eye, though, or perhaps the occasional tornado

Here in Marblehead, the waves overtake the causeway when the wind blows. I saw it happen — right out there, driving to the Neck — and it was like nothing I’d ever seen. My car got soaked entirely both inside and out because my passenger had rolled down a window to take a video of the waves, and one wave in particular came crashing through the window — kind of like Marblehead has come crashing into my life.

A rewind: I hail from Torrington, Wyoming, a place you may never have after college and a decade abroad in East Asia, I made my home there for the last 13 years.

Before moving here, I’d been to Boston exactly once and Marblehead — never. But I’m not one to shy away from adventure.

So a couple months ago, the kids and I jumped in a U-Haul and hit the road for Massachusetts. As befitting Wyoming, there was a windstorm that day, one other car out on the blacktop highway, 500 tumbleweeds blowing across it, and a couple of thousand cattle watching us pass.

You know how you drive 2,000 miles in a U-Haul? You sit there ’til you get there.

And from the first minute we hit Marblehead, I saw this is a place that lives up to its name. Every day I look around in wonderment that I live here. That’s why I approached Editor Will Dowd with the idea