Last November we made a surprise trip home to Maine for my mum’s 70th birthday. We decided since we were staying so close to Old Orchard Beach that we would go take a walk on the seashore. Normally I’m not a fan of Old Orchard Beach. Well, I’ve been known on an occasion to get a hankering for hand-cut pier fries, a good slice and maybe a bumper car ride peak season, but it’s not my first choice for soaking up the sun. I know, I’m in the minority with that, but it’s generally overrun with tourists and locals. I prefer quiet beaches, where I can just chill and snooze in the sun.
This proved to be the perfect time to visit in my opinion. I had forgotten that everything pretty much closes down post Labor Day. All of the folks who flock to O.O.B. from all over the world, go back home.
It was eerily still and almost like a ghost town. Buildings boarded up. Not a soul around. We were literally the only four people on the beach.
I thought it made for a great opportunity to take photos of the deconstructed amusement park, Palace Playland, the pier and the seven mile stretch of deserted beach.
It’s worth noting that Old Orchard, which opened in 1902, is the last remaining beachfront amusement park in New England.