Crossing the bridge into Cape Cod almost changes you. That bridge… it’s the barrier between your life and your soul. Once your cross, you leave everything behind, if only for a short while.
On the other side, the only choice is all that you can do, and all you don’t have to.
When a trip to a Salt Pond becomes a quiet walk with nature.
When lighthouses and monuments lead to glorious views.
Where a train ride leads to an inland adventure.
Where the tip of The Cape is just the beginning of a beautiful day…
A day that takes you over mountains of sand…
…To the most breathtaking of beachside sunsets.
Speaking of beaches, there are a few of those.
You can even bring your favorite ride.
Or follow a path to catch some dinner.
The last morning there I biked to the beach one more time, just to walk alone and smell the salty air. I was blessed with a sort of steely sky, the sun pouring a slight golden warmth onto the water. For a moment in time, I could not imagine anywhere I would rather be.
This was my Heaven. This was my Cape Cod.