There’s no better month than June for an overnight on the Eastern Shore. The weather is perfect, and the beaches are open for business. When it comes to an overnight trip, packing light is the way to go.
Lacking clarification from Maryland’s top attorney, the Ocean City Beach Patrol has asked its officers to stand down if they see a woman going topless on the beach.
Nothing says summer fun like the sight of bronzed figures leaping around in the sand, sending volleyballs over the net. In fact, many of us have shown up to our summer day at the beach with friends and family only to look over at those happy volleyball players some yards over, thinking, “did they bring that net with them? Do they do this all the time? Were they planted here by the chamber of commerce or something to enhance the beach’s image?” Well, we may not ever have the answers to those exact questions, but we can definitely get closer to them (or to actually being those jubilant, bronzed volleyball players) thanks to Baltimore Beach Volleyball down at the Inner Harbor.
I am never going to leave Virginia Beach, where the boardwalk is stone and the hotels are a wall of blocks flanked by mulched banks of flowers. The bike trail veers from the oceanfront through a pine forest, deep and green. The waves are so gentle they almost don’t break. We have a coupon for a free drink at the bar.
In Narragansett, the bay is true navy with white sails scudding, the beach a smile of sand in a rocky clasp. There is no retail anything anywhere, not a hot dog stand, not a hotel. We dragged chairs for a quarter-mile to study real estate listings on the beach. If we had to leave we would surely return.
We know, you’re tired of the winter wonderland. You’ve developed the afternoon habit of taking a mental vacation to the islands each day as you look out the window and pull your sweater a little tighter around you. Maybe the next best thing to being at the beach is packing to leave. If you pack it, it will happen. Make sure to fill your suitcase with Liza Byrd Tops and Tunics. There’s a rumor that donning one of these lovely tops brings about sunshine and spring-like temps, even if it’s just on your own home.
Every year in early May my husband and I head to the Maryland-Delaware shore. After a flurry of spring activity and before the final stretch of graduations, weddings and end-of-the-year activities, we soak up the solitude.
This spring’s beach retreat was cool, sometimes sunny, sometimes foggy and drizzling, sometimes down right cold. The weather never matters.
We walk empty beaches and residential roads. I sometimes rent a bike. We read and draw, shop in well-stocked stores, eat in half-full restaurants, sit on the porch in sweatshirts, watch the waves and look for porpoises. This year a magical supermoon appeared.