Captivating Cape Cod

I thought it would be fitting to follow my water logged Boston entry with a glimpse at what was experienced on the last two days of my trip to Massachusetts. Overnight the weather literally went from chilly torrential rain to sunny blue skies with puffy white clouds. It couldn’t have been timed more perfectly as Dan and I had grand plans of beachcombing and sunbathing in Cape Cod for our remaining days on the East Coast.

Cape Cod literally has a town to suit every need. From liberally gay Provincetown at the Northern most tip to the Richie Riches of Chatham in the South, you could easily spend months uncovering the diversities of each and never fail to discover something unique. It was a whirlwind but Dan and I took time to discover five different communities on the Cape – and being one who plays favorites, well I decided to devote this entry to the town I favored most.
Before I tell you… take a guess which of the following I fell for:

Was it snooty but stunning Chatham?

How about the rustic harbor town of Sandwich?

Or flamboyantly gay Provincetown?

What about conservative Falmouth?

Or quaint and quiet Wellfleet?

If you guessed the gay Mecca of the East Coast – Provincetown – you win! Think San Francisco but completely concentrated onto two by twenty square blocks. I have never felt so homely and unattractive as I did surrounded by perfectly manicured gay men. Seriously – why I am taking tips on fashion from female penned magazines – these guys had more style than Kristi Yamaguchi on ice. Not to mention the town itself exuded all the colonial style a Cape Cod town could muster.

But, what really drew me to Provincetown was Cape Cod National Seashore. Being the weekend after Labor Day all the kiddos were back in school, vacationers had all but abandoned the sand, and the beaches exuded tranquility. We quickly took post at Hatches Harbor Beach where the sand was warm, the surf mild, and the lighting perfect. I was totally in my element.

We stayed until the setting sun dipped below the ocean, a rare sight for those on the East Coast, before heading back into Provincetown to enjoy some more of the scenery – not in the form of beaches, but in the form of flamboyant gay pride. Food, wine, and lots of laughter later, it couldn’t have been more perfect.