The Jersey Shore
Last weekend we went to the Jersey shore. It was nice to camp out with our friend George again, and to do the campfire thing, and it was a pretty fun trip. But we both agreed that it’s harder to enjoy the black ocean waters of New Jersey after having been in the turquois Bahamian seas and the crystal clear streams of Colorado.
We started out on the beach in Ocean City, but it was packed as usual, and being the long, flat, straight beach that it is, it was really windy. So we drove route 619 (?) down the coast and eventually ended up at 67th Street in Avalon. It was now just after 5 PM, so the annoying lifeguards were packing it in, and the beach was far less crowded & windy.
On another day we went to a beach near 2nd Street in Sea Isle City. This day had been extremely rainy and windy, but we caught a break from the rain and hit the beach. It was still really windy, though, and this beach was nearly deserted; and the waves were HUGE, I’d say it was probably 6 foot seas when we went in. They were definitely the biggest waves I’d ever seen in person, and big enough that it was a struggle just to get out into the water. A wind-surfer came past us up the coast, and he was getting amazing air -- about 30 feet at one point. It was like he was flying.
We had dinner at The Lobster House one night, which means that I got Alaskan King Crab legs. They’re so big that they only give you 3 of them, and you still get as much meat as when you get a dozen regular crab legs -- only it’s far easier to get at it what with only having to break open 3 shells instead of 12. Also, we went at about 6 PM on a Sunday, and it was packed; but they told us our wait would be 60-80 minutes and it ended up being only 25, probably because there were only 2 of us.
We ate a late breakfast at Uncle Bill’s, but we went to the one in Cape May instead of the one on 21st & Asbury in Ocean City where we usually go. You’d think they’d be the same, but the stuffed french toast came with Reddi-Wip instead of cinnamon butter. Of course it’s the cinnamon butter that makes the meal, but when we asked the waitress about it, she said she’d never heard of it.
Of course we went to Mack and Manco’s a couple of times to get the greatest pizza ever.