Down the shore…

This post is a teaser for Kav.

Last night, I took a ride to Wildwood with my old lady neighbor. She asked me to go on a ride with her because she didn’t want to drive 2 hours alone. It was a great ride, we took the scenic route and I haven’t been down that road to go down the shore (that’s how we roll in NJ) in ages.

We went down Delsea Drive, which is awesome once you get past Williamstown. Lots of forest and farms. The air smells like sugar. You go through the center of small towns. It’s a hidden part of NJ. Very old fashioned and quaint towns, untouched by big city. I could smell the marsh lands before I could see them and I knew we were close to the beach. I love the smells. It’s why I love living where I do. So close to 2 major cities, and the ocean.

I live about 50 minutes away from Atlantic City, so you can see how close I am. I love going to the southern beaches in NJ, like Cape May. I love Cape May. I used to go there every weekend of the summer. I should really start doing that again.

When I was growing up, we would vacation in Wildwood. I know the town like the back of my hand. I love the noise, the rides, the boardwalk, the smells, the tram car, etc…. We used to stay at the Rio Grande hotel, but that has been demolished and is now a vacant lot. Many of the old hotels are still there and they add to the nostalgia.

We first stopped in Grassy Sound to see one of her friends. They lived in a house right under a huge bridge. It was a weird house, about a half mile walk on a pier to get to it. It was awesome, it was like living in the middle of a channel. You could see Wildwood and you could fish right off of your pier. I wanted to live there.

We then went to Wildwood. We weren’t really planning on going on the boardwalk, but I wanted to snap a few pictures for my dear blog-friend Kav. We went to visit my neighbors nephew on his houseboat, which is another thing I want. It was right in the bay and gorgeous. I’ll be spending the day in Wildwood soon, so there will better pictures then.

On the way home, we stopped and got the best fucking custard ice cream cone I’ve ever had. I also dropped my cell phone from the very top of my steps last night. Miraculously, it didn’t break. Only a few scratches. Lucky.

That’s my weekend. I didn’t do anything else. Here are the pictures:


Here is a Wildwood sign.


The ferris wheel and rollercoaster on the boardwalk.


Watch the tram car, please!


This is the fall my cell phone took.