Seaside towns are bizarre in the winter. At worst, they're eerie and depressing; at best they're wistful and tranquil. On this particular day as we enter Nickerson Beach for a morning walk, it was other-worldly. The gray sky, white crashing waves, black and white sand, and foreign landscape was the closest I've ever come to feeling like I was on another planet.
Even the few other people on the beach were para sailing on dune buggy things, a mode of transportation which is very sci fi (fave Jack Vance even describes a race that uses wind sailing as their only mode of transportation?in the book The Gray Prince).
In the summertime I'm sure the beach is teeming with visitors taking advantage of the then open snack bar with its classic faded ice cream signs and the soft dunes. In wintertime, buggy-sailers, dog walkers, and kids milling about the skate park dominate the park.