When thinking aloud about which beach to try yesterday, I said we could go to the rocky one with sea glass or the Menemsha public beach nearby. We opted for the public beach - our first beach of the visit - and when Clover got out, she looked around and said, "You made a mistake. This is the rocky beach." Welcome to the northeast, kid.
The beach wasn't so rocky, and it turned out to be perfect for swimming. Way better than most NorCal beaches that are fun, great for surfing, but with a frightening undertow. This was gentle and sloping. No place for surfing or even simple bodyboarding, but it was perfect for letting kids swim in the ocean, while we sat on the sand(y rocks).
After developing a nice blotchy look from a sunburn in the spots on the left side of my neck, right ear, knees, and other places I accidentally skipped with sunscreen, we went to lunch not far from the beach at the Menemsha Galley. This is the view from the back porch where we ate:
And this is the view of what we ate:
There was a notebook out back, kind of like a guest book for customers. The first note I saw proclaimed it a "wicked pissah" of a place. So true. Another mentioned that she had dreamed of the chocolate dip ice creams all winter, and because the owners of the home where we are staying had recommended the soft serve, we went for the soft serve dips, just like my childhood, when we'd stop at Foster Freeze in Los Banos on the way home from the Central Valley. Maybe those cones were a mess too, but these ended up coating us. Rocket was wearing chocolate from head to toe. It required more of a clean up than leaving the beach. It was good, but not worth the mess. However, the lobster roll was a deal at $11 (incluing chips).
The notebook mentioned regret for one person unable to enjoy the lobster rolls this summer:
Aww, poor Whitey's unlikely to get a lobstah roll in the joint.