Singing Beach, Manchester-by-the-Sea
As the days get longer and temperatures warmer, I find a need to explore Massachusetts. Some of my favorite moments in the Northeast have been unplanned and unexpected. With strawberry picking season at its height last summer, I decided to make a trip to the North Shore and partake in an activity synonymous with early summer- strawberry picking! Little known fact, the strawberry is New England’s most popular fruit.
Unfortunately, due to erratic planning, I missed the strawberry picking. Refusing to let the drive from Boston to the North Shore go to waste, I did a quick Google search and was directed to Singing Beach. With such a lovely name, I had to check it out.
I can't accurately describe how wowed I was when I saw Singing Beach for the first time. Being early in the season, the beach wasn’t crowded. With its deep blue water, I almost thought I was whisked away to California.
The beach got its name due to a hard-to-explain scientific phenomena. As one walks on the sand, there is a squeaking or "singing" sound. The beach has been a popular destination since the 18th century. when sea bathing first became popular. In the 1850s, Singing Beach was lined with tents that beachgoers could use to discreetly change into their swimming attire. Eventually, the tents were replaced with shacks or "bathing houses." The bathing houses stirred controversy among abutters, who believed that the beach was theirs. Eventually, the town purchased the beach for park purposes for $11,434.02 and the beach became public forever. The "bath house era" of Singing Beach came to an end after powerful winter storms in 1933 and a hurricane in 1938.
Today the beach is open to the public. Parking can be difficult, so one should plan accordingly.