I decided I needed an out.
So I high-tailed it outta town, and I’m now situated at the outer-most point of Massachusetts. Out on a limb. Where the land runs out.
This is what the photos looked like in the brochure. It seems my luck ran out and as luck would have it they too had it out with Old Man Winter and he washed out most of the beaches. I spoke to a surveyor who was scoping things out for repair because every beach in the area was either completely washed out or there were dunes with a straight cliff drop of 40 or 50 feet. If it was gradual I would have gone out of the box and thought about traversing the hillside, but this wasn’t a possibility. Well, I’m down, but I’m not out.
I’m heading out to the next town over to scope out my prospects with their beaches.