It's become something of a tradition for me, and/or my sister Tasha (and family), and/or my brother Brian (and family), and sometimes even Rolly and Nick, to spend the 4th of July in Ocean City NJ. This year it was Tasha, Dan, and Samantha, plus Dan's 2 sisters and their 2 sons, and me. We stay at a campground that's about 10 minutes from the beach. (Chris was there too, but he stayed Tuesday - Friday morning, and we didn't even find his site till Friday morning.)
We arrived Thursday around 4 PM, and the mosquitoes almost killed us as soon as we got out of our cars. That was weird for me, because I rarely get bit by them; even when everyone around me is getting attacked, I never have any trouble at all. So I just set up my tent quickly, and hid inside there until Tasha and Dan arrived (just a little after me) with anti-bug type stuff.
Thursday night we just made a campfire and had hot dogs and marshmallows, and it was a nice cool night for good tent sleeping. So Friday was the first day we went to the beach. It was boiling hot outside. And I'm not too much of a beach person. Whereas my sister likes to sit in the blazing sun for 8 hours straight, only going into the water after about 6 hours when she gets "hot enough," I feel like I'm going to burst into flames after 15 minutes in that kind of heat and sun. So I left the beach after about 4 hours and drove down to Cape May.
Cape May is one of my favorite places on the whole planet. It's such a pretty historic old town, and it's got a beach, and the ocean, and "shoppes." Practically unstoppable. So I drove down route 9 to the cape, but came right back to go to dinner with everyone. Except that while I was gone, they decided on the worst restaurant of all time for dinner. So they went there, even though there are about a million DECENT seafood places at the shore, and I went to Wawa. Hmph.
I had planned to get up early on Saturday and drive down to Cape May again, to get some photos of the town and beach before it got too crowded. But I didn't get up till about 7. So I got some good photos, but none on/from the beach itself, because I figured people would frown upon my taking photos of the beach that they were on, while they were on it. I am definitely going back sometime to get some dawn/dusk photos and nighttime photos of the town, though.
Oh, one other interesting thing about this trip... we had a trick campfire. The wood was completely dry on the outside, but it must have been wet inside or something, because it wouldn't burn. It sort of smouldered, and then went right to being coals, without ever having any fire at all. Then, at night, about an hour after we all went to bed, it started blazing up with flames, by itself! Dan had to get up and pour water on it to put it out. It was easily the most uncooperative fire I've ever seen in my life.
Aside from being a little lonely and feeling sort of like the odd man out, it was a fun trip. And I got lots of photos.