This is my favorite beach in Gloucester, the one I run to (literally) each Saturday morning. And this is the view from the midpoint in my run, from the small wooden pedestrian bridge that spans the inlet where changing tides are most evident. It's also my favorite time of year on the beach. Autumn, when the summerfolk have all gone home and only the year-round locals (and their dogs) reclaim the strand. It's no accident that the beach is named Good Harbor.