Deserted.
We took our Beach Bar visit on a cloudy hour on the Sunday of our Cape Cod week.
It was kind of deserted, even though the outdoor bar would be closed until the following Saturday, summer hours not starting until the next week. (And when we’d be gone back to Central New York and the work life.)
Protective coverings.
I once again marveled how they could keep the elements out so well.
The view, still.
Our drink price still allowed an ocean privilege, shared by the two bartenders and a handful of customers on the chilly day.
Mark Bialczak 
I love grey beach days even more than hot sunny ones I think.
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They let you wander in a different way, MBC.
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I even love the beach on this kind of day, so beautiful
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We fit in our beach hours, Beth, because we love it and we were there!
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