Confession time: despite moving here more than a year ago, I hadn’t driven all the way up to Provincetown until last week. Oops. The only time I had been to the tip of Cape Cod was as a kid, when I had taken the boat from Boston with my family one summer. Memories are so weird. I remember exactly where the boat docked, which bench we sat on with our ice cream. But anyway, I digress.
I’ve heard incredible things about the beauty of Race Point, so I put it on my summer bucket list. I’m happy I checked it off so soon. The place was essentially empty. I don’t envy the people working there to prepare the beach for the summer since this winter kicked the poor Seashore around. It was a very where-the-heck-am-I feeling, the landscape is unlike any I’ve ever seen before. The range of colors on the dunes themselves was dreamy.
And then I got to the water.
I may need to print these out for my house (happily named the tide pool, by the way – every proper beach house needs a name, I think). I could look at these shades of blue all day.
matryoshka shells, groton, connecticut. i spent memorial day at the beach in groton – sunny but breezy as anything. instead of swimming and soaking up sunshine we collected shells and taught our littlest colleague about tide pools (since she’s 4).
bluff point state park, groton, connecticut. look at this little slice of long island sound heaven! mind you, it was breezy, and early in the season, and you have to walk a mile plus to get from parking to the beach… but it was like having it all to ourselves!
japanese shore crab, groton, connecticut. these crabs are an invasive species in long island sound, as they compete with native crabs for food and habitat. they look similar to the green crab, but they have three spines per side of their carapace rather than five. if i knew they were my direct competition for mussels and steamers he probably wouldn’t have made it back to the tidepool! (but there was a smiling face on his shell, so he won points for that)
the knob, falmouth, massachusetts. my favorite little spot on the cape. i didn’t care that it was 55 degrees out, i took my shoes off and rolled up my jeans and walked along the shore anyway. it’s a little piece of beach heaven.