TRAVEL
September 11, 2011 | By Ellen Albanese, Globe Correspondent
FREEPORT, Maine - It's a bit of a shock. Sure, you have heard of the Desert of Maine, a Ripley's Believe It or Not desert in one of the leafiest states in the country. But when you pull into the dusty parking lot, the site looks like a lot of other homespun attractions. You enter a gift shop filled with a predictable assortment of T-shirts and souvenir spoons. You buy your ticket, exit the gift shop - and feel as if you have fallen into an "X-Files" episode. A shimmering expanse of sand spreads out before you - 45 acres in all. Wind-carved ledges and dunes create an undulating...
NEWS
August 29, 2011 | By Mark Arsenault and Thomas Farragher, Globe Staff
WESTPORT - Wind, angry waves, and a storm surge driven by Tropical Storm Irene wreaked widespread damage to beaches and dunes in south-facing Westport yesterday, spreading sand and debris over coastal properties and roads. Police blocked Route 88 yesterday, cutting off public access to Horseneck Beach State Reservation to deflect sightseers from the floods and massive waves. East Beach Road at the end of Route 88 was impassable. The storm had swept tons of soft sand across the road, turning the asphalt into a long sand bar embedded with...
LIFESTYLE
August 19, 2010 | Jaci Conroy, Globe Correspondent
Cape Cod conjures images of sand dunes and beach grass, bustling harbors, seafood dinners, and sunsets on the water. The area’s architecture, however, is seldom given a second thought, save for those weathered 1 1/2-story cottages — coined the Cape Cod style — that the earliest settlers built. Yet the Cape has a rich architectural heritage. The houses that line the thoroughfares and back roads are diverse and intriguing, encompassing a range of styles that represent several different eras.
TRAVEL
May 16, 2010 | Claudia Capos, Globe Correspondent
MARGHAM DESERT — “Are you all buckled up?’’ says our driver, Marwan, an ex-military tough guy turned desert guide. A second later, he stomps on the gas of our souped-up Chevy Tahoe and charges up the side of a towering red sand dune. In the front seat, Marion Eickmann, from Berlin, shrieks and grabs for the dashboard to brace herself. With sand flying in all directions, Marwan jerks the steering wheel to keep the four-wheel-drive SUV on course. At the top of the dune, he accelerates sharply to tip the car over the crest.
TRAVEL
August 24, 2008 | Checking in, Rich Barlow, Globe Correspondent
WELLFLEET - It's shortly after sunrise, and my wife is lying on her back, staring at a mourning dove that is perched on the skylight above our bed and peering down at us curiously. I slumber through this game. I need to be well rested for a summertime stay at Surfside Cottages, with energy enough to loll in the cold waves, eat succulent clams, that sort of thing. Surfside is a condo association with two dozen cottages to rent, most in Wellfleet with a smattering in Eastham. While summer, sadly, is taking its leave, booking a Cape stay in the crimson-leaf...
TRAVEL
November 4, 2007 | Patricia Borns, Globe Correspondent
ST. PETE BEACH, Fla. - In my teens I bought a used car because its seats smelled like suntan lotion. In college, my idea of a winter sport was driving to Daytona Beach. As some people divine water, I gravitate to beaches. On a recent trip to Long Key, my divining rod went wild at a point on St. Pete Beach where the Don CeSar Beach Resort presides like a grand dame. Here, the condos end and a historic neighborhood 31 blocks long by one block wide begins, its bungalows like vintage postcards, exuberantly gardened with ginger lilies and coconut...