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Here is where we spent at least five full summers and many many weekends before and after.

36 Hours in Provincetown MA

This is a very good writeup.

Of course, we spent many weekends and weeks there before and after our full time. We were gay. We were within a hundred miles. The magnet reached quite far.

In the early years, we would stay with friends, a sleeping bag if there was no extra bed. If we had some money we stayed in a motel off the strip.

Then, for five years we rented a second floor beachfront condo. Old style. Bare wood rafters. Quite old. On the middle east end of Commercial Street. Barely off the strip. But back on the beach, no noise.

In the last years we stayed in high style further out the East End at a nice condo like place on the water. We practically lived there.

And then we wanted our own condo in Boston and that killed the cash cow that we milked to spend so much PTown time.

And, frankly, by that time, we had burned out on most of it. In a good way. Much more relaxed and water oriented. Nice.

But it was time to go and we went. Back to Boston and then for vacations other places. One of which was Palm Springs.

The rest is history. Ten years later we lived here full time. California, here we came.

There is no way that PS has the wild gay vibe of Provincetown. More sedate. For one thing while the gays are now over 40% of the population, we run to the older, more affluent and partying does go on but not anywhere near where we live. Palm Springs has depth and height and the goings on are going on some distance away.

In Provincetown there were two streets and even on the more sedate street, it never went away.

I don't miss it at all. I am glad we did it all though. Unforgettable.

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