Cape Cod Live Traffic & Road Conditions
Traffic report information for Cape Cod, Martha's Vineyard and Nantucket. Including live bridge traffic reports and conditions.
Traffic on Bourne & Sagamore Bridges.
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Traffic on Route 6 Midcape & Lower Cape.
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Traffic on Route 6A and Route 28.
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9 Scenic Places to Sit in Cape Cod Traffic
- Heading from the Bourne Bridge to Sagamore Bridge
From the top of this hill along Route 6, you have a great view of the Cape Cod Canal set deep into its valley. It looks just like a children's picture book of transportation. Ahead of you are trucks, sedans, convertibles, tankers, mail vans and motor cycles- every type of combustion engine-driven conveyance. The line of vehicles disappears around the corner ahead, then reappears in silhouette, following the high arch of the Sagamore Bridge. Navigating the canal are sailboats, powerboats, barges towed by tugboats and a massive tanker heading for the power station in Sandwich. Above the bridge, two jets from Otis Air Force Base streak across the sky. Higher still, a shining vapor trail crosses the blue sky - an international passenger jet on its approach to Logan Airport. Returning from a European vacation, Mrs. Tupper looks down from her airline seat and exclaims to her husband, "Look, there’s a traffic jam on the Sagamore Bridge!" - Water Street, Woods Hole
Try to be first in line when you are held up at the Eel Pond drawbridge by a boat crossing into the inner harbor. Watch the yachts returning from the rough waters of Buzzards Bay. Give their crews a jolly wave. Those folks who don't wave back are, most likely, friends returning from their very first sail. Look for their complexions of bilious green and their expressions of relief and gratitude at the sight of solid concrete. Through the window of a building to your right, you can watch swing dancers practicing to the sounds of Glenn Miller. During a break in rehearsal at the Community Hall to your left, members of a theater group make a coffee run across the street to Fishmongers Cafe, where a marine biologist from the Woods Hole Oceanographic Institute orders, with just a twinge of guilt, Cod (Gadus morrhus) and Chips. - Craigville Beach
If you promote the virtues of SPF30 with a religious fervor, if your abs are finely toned, and, to you, the word “definition" has nothing to do with a dictionary-then we have the traffic jam for you! The road along Craigville Beach is “bitchin’" for checking out the competition in the bronzed and the beautiful category. Of all its seductive length, the finest place to be idled in traffic is at the crosswalk from the beach to Barnacles Snack Bar (reputed to serve the best hotdogs on the Cape). The sun gleams on the tall and tanned, the young and the lovely. Girls set the boys strutting and displaying like roosters, a celebration of youth and sex in the heat of summer. If, like me, you are bandy-legged, pot-bellied, white of hair and even whiter of skin, a character out of a Bosch vision of hell, this is not the traffic jam for you. - Main Street, Hyannis
Relive the 1950’s in a jam on Hyannis’ Main Street. With windows rolled down and an oldies station turned up to the max (fuzzy dice optional), you’re cruisin’, Daddy-o! The sidewalks are crowded with romantic possibilities and suddenly your eyes are locked in a passionate, questioning look. The radio blares, “Oh! My love, my darling, I’ve hungered for your touch, a long lonely while." The Buick behind you honks! Oh well. Crack your gum nonchalantly and “make like a tree" . . . on to the next encounter. You must, however, abandon these"American Graffiti" fantasies before you reach the West End of Main Street: You will need a clear head to negotiate the rotary ahead! - The Old King’s Highway (Route 6A)
Gardeners are the cause of traffic jams along old 6A. The results of over two hundred years of care and horticultural wisdom border the road. Roses are in abundance. Hollyhocks, hydrangeas, morning glories and loves-in-a-mist - all the transplanted beauty of English cottage garden flora - soothe the irate motorist with color and perfume. Sea captains retired from the China tea trade planted many of these gardens. These captains made fast ocean passages in clipper ships, 88 days from Hong Kong to New York, moving faster in their square rigged ships than you will be in your car. These captains ruled their crews of ruffians with an iron hand, but whether they could have quelled the mutinous kids in your back seat is questionable. - Near a Bandstand
There is a great musical tradition on the Cape - the town band. Musicians of any ability are welcome; it is enough just to love to play. The resulting performances are vigorous and very enjoyable. With any luck you may find yourself stuck in evening traffic near a town band stand. You won’t be up too close, but Cape Cod band members love to blow! The sounds of a Souza march will strut across the grass, making the pop music on your car radio sound positively anemic. Turn it off! Listen. They’re playing, "Be kind to your web footed friend . . ." What is that tune called? Children are marching around the bandstand waving American flags. Look, the conductor is waving his arms. The people are waving their arms. Even the tuba player, on a 32 bar rest, is waving his arms. Are they all conducting along in patriotic fervor? They are not. It’s the mosquitoes! - Main Street, Chatham
One of the fantasies entertained by visitors to the Cape is that they will step back in time and interact with some colorful local characters, wise people who live in harmony the calming rhythms of nature. If you are one of those hopeful souls, a traffic jam in Chatham could be for you. What a great opportunity to power down your window, stick your head out and engage in a meaningful exchange with a real Cape Codder. Look at that old fellow leaning on his battered woody station wagon. Faded fisherman's jersey, kindly face and deep, penetrating blue eyes. Actually he’s a retired stockbroker from Connecticut. The local is over there - the one with the expensive Italian loafers, no socks and a lightweight, unbleached cotton suit, straight out of G.Q. Tuna fishing is often quite lucrative! - Commercial Street, Provincetown
A traffic jam in P-town is not a traffic jam- it’s a parade! You may be sitting still, but this flamboyant town is not. Female impersonators promote their shows and, trailing clouds of chiffon, Cher wafts by on a scooter. Streisand is in conversation with a blond in a daring red dress while handing out pictures of himself signed “Candy Bar". A young man, wearing only a towel, advertises a show where even more will show! Everyone seems intent on celebrating his or her creativity and gender. The uninhibited atmosphere may make you wish that you were lolling along in a pink ‘55 Cadillac, exchanging pithy witticisms on art and life with your celebrity friends, and that, standing on the sidewalk, Elton John is lusting after your glitzy outfit. - Junction of Routes 149 and 6A, West Barnstable
There is an ice cream shop near the junction of Routes 6A and 149. To the parents of young kids cooped up in the car on the Sunday afternoon homeward-bound crawl from Hyannis to the Sagamore Bridge, this humble wooden structure appears like the mirage of a cool oasis. The desperate parent, after sitting abreast of the sweet shop for several minutes, is often emboldened to leap from the car to get ice cream for her young. Meanwhile, at the Sagamore Rotary, State Trooper O’Brien has parked his cruiser and has begun to efficiently unsnarl the traffic. It’s then that fellow travelers are treated to the spectacle of a mother, skillfully balancing a chocolate swirl, a strawberry dip and two child-sized vanilla cones with sprinkles, all fast melting, as she sprints alongside the now briskly moving traffic toward her family’s car up ahead. Her sneakers make adhesive sucking noises as she runs, not the first to tread that sticky path, victim of the unpredictable vagaries of Sagamore Bridge traffic.
