Provincetown, Massachusetts
I loved visiting P-Town in my 20’s while I was living in Boston. The ferry ride over, tea parties at the Boat Slip and hanging out at Herring Cove all day was just what I need to reenergize myself after working so many insane hours in the restaurant world. It was my special place at the end of the earth.
A few years ago, after an unfortunate split from my wife, I was asked to help a friend open her restaurant located in the center of P-Town. Given my situation, I couldn’t get out of Denver fast enough and was thankful for the opportunity to live and work in one of the coolest places I know. I was slated to only stay for the summer season but found myself wanting to stay longer and explore more of what P-Town had to offer.
As the summer wound down, days got shorter and nights colder. Winter in Provincetown is not for the faint of heart or for anyone who can’t be alone with themselves for too long. Days would go by and I wouldn’t see a soul. I walked the beach and dunes like I was lost in the desert, traveling aimlessly. I could alway find my way back though by follow the towering monument set in the center of town and visible from miles away. I will be back, but under different circumstances.
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