George’s initial objections to hiking the Province Lands gave way to resignation when he realized how blissful the sand dunes could be on a dry, sunny, winter day. Given the violent wind gusts along the coastal margins of the Atlantic Ocean, I too was a little reluctant to think we could do 8-miles. But, we did! (Who says you need a dune buggy?)
The water bottles helped but I think we owe it to the patterns and pockets created by a shape-shifting sedimentary landscape that kept us mesmerized during our 4-hour foot journey. Check out these crop circles!
The sand dunes transported us to another time and place, as if we were caught in a time warp, whisked back 6,000 to 18,000 years-before-present, to when the hook was first formed.
We started our adventure at the Province Lands Visitors Center (closed until May but the deck is still open, enjoy the kiosks) and followed a winding bike path to Race Point Ranger Station/Race Beach and the Old Harbor Life-Saving Station.
On the beach, we did our “eco-part” by filling our pockets with bits of plastic flotsam and jetsom then looking for a garbage can to dump the washed-up plastic. From there, we lagged behind a young French couple, visiting from Paris, with the same destination in mind.
The only noise came from the occasional single-engine aircraft flying overhead and landing at the municipal runway to our left.
Acres of pillow-white sand dipped and curved past erosion fences and tall grasses until the mirage that was the Race Point Light House lay in our sights. Other property buildings included the Keeper’s house, the Whistle house, and a sandy clothesline.
Our day culminated by watching a beautiful sunset from Race Point Beach.