When we arrived at the Ocean Pines Motel on a Friday night, we found cars in the lot but nobody else on the grounds. The manager left our room open for us. This five-unit oceanfront motel, a former Coast Guard barracks, is clean but not fancy.
After sleeping with windows open to the sound of waves crashing on the beach, I awoke just before dawn and headed for the gazebo. I didn’t see anyone on the beach until after the sunrise over the Atlantic.
There’s plenty to do around Melbourne Beach, but once we established ourselves at this nearly private beach, we didn’t want to budge. Our boys dug in the sand and played with children who were staying in a house next to our motel.