On a coworker’s recommendation I visited Great Island in Wellfleet all the way back in April. I’ve gone back since and it’s just as magical (and empty!) if you catch the right day in summer.
Great Island isn’t actually an island anymore – since the 19th century it’s been connected by a growing sandbar. You can read a quick history lesson here.
Here is the guide from the National Park Service: http://www.nps.gov/caco/planyourvisit/upload/FinalGGGreatIsl.pdf
They have a small parking lot that my GPS can’t quite figure out. If you want to visit and your GPS says you’ve arrived, keep going about another half a mile until you see the lot on your left. You’ll go over a small bridge with a great view just before you get there.
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.