We took a drive down the Cape today, drinking in the quaint sights. We stopped at this cute beach. Before we were out of the car, I was approached by a teenage girl in red shorts who we had seen seated on the sidewalk on the way in.
"Do you have a pass?" she queried.
"Where do I get one?" I replied.
She began to give me directions before asking, "Are you a resident?"
"No." I answered.
The conversation changed from there. "This beach is for residents only."
We looked for a sign on the way out, but still didn't see one. This was our first taste of the real New England, but there was more to come.