We parked the car in a little pothole filled dirt lot. The sun beat down. Soft sand pulled at our feet as we trudged along. Biting flies and mosquitoes buzzed us. It was all ok though. We are hiking out to a light house on Race Beach. We crossed a dike that protected the marsh then worked our way through the convoluted dunes paths careful to “stay off any vegetation” as the Ranger had told us.
The light house lens came into view. Glistening waves appeared just over the final dune. We turned the corner and………jeeps, SUVs, pickup trucks. They were parked all over the beach. So much for a sort of secluded little spot and the romantic notion that it was remote and reachable only by those willing to work a little for it. What a bummer. But, it was a pretty beach with a great tidal pool to cool our feet in. We found our own little patch of sand and relaxed a while before heading back. We had earned it.