Our disappointment at the lack of parking near Jordan Pond House was quickly forgotten once we arrived at Sand Beach.
It was a beach unlike any I've seen before, and I've seen many beaches.
I regret I did not dip my toes in the water. At the time it seemed too much trouble to remove my socks and sneakers. Foolish me.
There are showers, changing rooms and I believe lockers. If I lived in the area, this would be my beach.
In my fantasy, I'm alone on the shore with my lounge chair, water, camera, Kindle and note book. No cell phones, no computers, no people. Just me, listening to the sounds of the surf and the cry of a gull. This is my new goal. My husband doesn't know it yet...