In spite of paying my taxes in my town and buying a beach sticker, this sign is sadly a common sight we locals encounter when trying to dash down the street to our town beach for a quick dip on a steamy hot day. It can get frustrating especially when I’ve already lathered on layers of sun screen at the house to save time once I get there. So, there I am sweating and greasy but still confident the trek down will be worthwhile only to hear the adorable young attendants say there is no room to park. Understanding that I need to be gracious to our summer visitors and that there really isn’t anyway my SUV could ever fit into the one tiny spot open, I make the trek down the road in search of a legal spot to park. Not wanting to come back to a $50 ticket I drive way down the road thinking I could have probably just as easily left the car at home and walked (-: Ever the optimist though I am excited just to find a spot, drag my chair and bags out and make the 1/2 mile walk down the street. (Alright so maybe it’s only 1000 feet but at my age it feels like a marathon). So, I round the corner to the entrance and what do I see?
This…… all of a sudden there is this mass exodus of people leaving. It was like they had closed the beach due to a shark sighting. It was actually very amusing and the irony was not lost on me. I even had to ask the attendant (whom had said there was no parking) to look just to be sure I wasn’t imagining the whole scene.
So, I then proceed onto the trail to begin the sojourn down the trail towards the beach which is again (1/2 mile)? By now, I’m really overheated and anxiously awaiting the customary images that await me as I get closer to the beach.
Finally I come upon it….. the iconic trail of shoes… indicating the beautiful beach is just over the hill. Phew, I’m almost there. It’s only been 15 minutes since I first approached the lot to park but I am almost there.
Visualizing the pristine beach, Elizabeth Islands in the horizon, lovely boats and happy families drinking in the special gift that Lambert’s Cove is to all of us that live here. So, I take off my shoes and drag myself and my stuff up the hill and I’m finally there….
While it is quite a project to go to the beach on really hot days, once you get there it is really worth it and the best news is that in less than a month the parking will be very easy, the water warm and the beach sparsely populated. It’s one of the benefits of being lucky enough to live here year round. After over 26 years of living here I still never take this gift for granted.