Tuesday, August 06, 2024

Life On A Sandbar

As they say in a commercial… The three “P” Price, Price, and Price.
Gas = $$$.
Food = $$$$
Housing = $$$$$.

P’town is 60 miles from the mainland and that 60 miles adds $$ to the price of everything! You need gravel for a walkway, well that gravel has to hauled 60 miles up the Cape and then the empty truck has to be driven 60 miles back down tot he mainland.

Houses! HA!

Back when I bought my cottage in Wellfleet in 2018 I looked at a loft condo in P’town. It was 20 x 30, main floor, a bathroom, and a large open room with a kitchen, up a ladder to the loft with a bed. It did have a nice deck overlooking the harbor… but… but no parking! However, the town does allow for seasonal parking. $300,000!!!!!
 
There is a mini price boom in P'town (For those who haven't figured it out yet P'town is shorthand for Provincetown.) which is changing the character of the town, it is becoming more like Nantucket... $$$$$.
 
Another side effect of the housing boom in prices is that P'town harbor is filling up with boats. When I first started visiting P'town around the turn of the century the harbor was mostly a working harbor with fishing boats and whale excursion boats, there are about a hundred small pleasure craft boats in the harbor.

There is a lack of housing for seasonal workers who come from Asia and former Soviet Block nations. Almost all the summer help is here on J-1 visas, American teenagers don’t want to work summer jobs, too low of pay so instead we have Asian, Jamaicans, Slavic summer workers. While when you go to the beach, all the American youth are laying out on the beaches or surfing.

A summer home when for 1.5 million dollars that is only 50 feet away from the cliff and the ocean, I give it 3 or 4 years the fish will have a new home.

Living on a sandbar you have to be aware of the tides and its ebbs and flows.

Switch Day. I remember when I first heard that, I was eating a brunch at the Post Office Cafe in P’town and we heard a rumble and it was getting louder and the waiter said… “Switch Day!” and we went “Hun?” he said “Saturdays and Sundays, in the morning they have to be out of the cottages by eleven and everyone walks down to the pier to catch the ferry back to Boston. The rumble we heard were the suitcases. At one the flow reverses and the f-rries atrrive for Boston.

The something can be said about Rt. 6, the long lines of cars exiting P’town and like the tides the flow reverses in afternoon.
 

 
I have family up at the cottage this week, so these are all pre-written posts.

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