The beach during the off season has long enchanted me. Maybe it’s because my family is from England, and I grew up associating the beach with Land’s End fleeces and Wellington boots, or maybe it’s a result of living in New York and Pennsylvania for most of my life, where June to August just feels too limited for a beach season. Whatever the reason, I love to squeeze in one last trip to the beach as the leaves begin to turn, to dip my toes into the salty water, tilt my head to the sun, and wring out the final drops of warm weather.
Locals in the know often head to the beach in the fall. Andrew F. Kazmierski/Shutterstock
