It's not really the end of the world, but standing on the sunny expanse of Long Point, at the end of Cape Cod, at low tide, seeing the point curve and the ocean curve and the earth curve in the bright brilliant sunshine of a cerulean sky dotted by white Rorschach puffs certainly feels like you're at the end of all things.
We spent a week in one of our favorite places on Earth, Provincetown, MA, 02657, with our friends Greg and Tom. P'Town is a beautiful place, good for the soul and great for the gay soul, as it's the most open and queer welcoming place I've ever been (more so than San Francisco, West Hollywood, or Key West). "As you are," is how Greg put it, and he's right.
There's not much to do without a car in P'Town, other than wander, and eat, and drink and shop and make merry. The beaches are fantastic, and the sunsets on the water spectacular. P'Town is home to some incredible restaurants (we gays do like to eat and drink well). A visit to Zagat will show you what's available and the reviews are pretty much dead-on. They are missing the amazingly good Cafe Heaven, a place that Bob and I have gone to each of the four times we've been to Provincetown in the past twelve years. Unassuming and diner-ish in looks, they've got the best breakfasts I've ever had, anywhere on the planet.
Having nothing to do and doing only what you want in a very friendly environment with great sun and sand and people is really good for the soul. No wonder I can't wait to go back.