Seven minutes into the 10-minute West Chop Loop, I stepped off the 10A bus and followed the driver's directions, "Walk down that paved road until it ends. You'll see two stone pillars. Turn right on the dirt road and just keep walking." I walked to the end of Daggett Road, and when I saw the stone pillars and the sign "Stonehaven - Private Property" in front of them, I laughed aloud.
Apparently all roads must lead to Herring Creek Road and Lake Tashmoo beach, since this is the very spot where I emerged from the woods several days before on my quest for a beach with waves. (David has since told me that Katama is the place for waves.) Anyway, since I had taken the bus this time instead of walking and I felt strong and sure with my new directions, I set off determined that I would find the beach. After having walked about 35 minutes, I noticed that the trees were coming to an end and that only blue sky lie behind them. This was a good sign. To get to the public beach, I would have had to walk another 10 minutes, and I was ready for a rest and for the lunch I had brought with me. I trespassed through the driveway of a beach house abandoned for the season, and up and over the deck onto the steps leading down to Vineyard Sound. At last, sand, pebble beach, beautiful clear water, and the rhythm of restful waves.
Apparently all roads must lead to Herring Creek Road and Lake Tashmoo beach, since this is the very spot where I emerged from the woods several days before on my quest for a beach with waves. (David has since told me that Katama is the place for waves.) Anyway, since I had taken the bus this time instead of walking and I felt strong and sure with my new directions, I set off determined that I would find the beach. After having walked about 35 minutes, I noticed that the trees were coming to an end and that only blue sky lie behind them. This was a good sign. To get to the public beach, I would have had to walk another 10 minutes, and I was ready for a rest and for the lunch I had brought with me. I trespassed through the driveway of a beach house abandoned for the season, and up and over the deck onto the steps leading down to Vineyard Sound. At last, sand, pebble beach, beautiful clear water, and the rhythm of restful waves.
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