Now I ask you, who wouldn't want to live here? The last time I was in Yarmouthport, a bad Nor'Easter had blown through two days before and flooded the cove. These docks were visible under the water and there was soggy seaweed fifteen feet up the beach. The boardwalk over the moors was missing planks that the rising water had knocked out. Dramatic, but with the sun shining, it was still as beautiful as ever.