Phil and I used to kayak to Monomoy Island from Stage Harbor in the early 2000s, before the Great Whites came. There were always lot of seals about but you never had to worry back then. Our favorite place to stop for a picnic lunch was on the inside of South Beach, a stretch of beach that was miles long extending from Chatham almost to Big Monomoy Island.

I was so surprised to see South beach a few days ago with signs that said, “Do not walk on sandbar.” This beautiful beach that was soooo long was now only a tiny little sandbar. The Atlantic Ocean had breached the beach and finally swallowed it all up, except for this little piece. Wow!