It was just a long family weekend at the oceanfront home of a friend. I had some vague notion of checking out possible subject matter for next June’s Shore Guide, but that pipe dream frittered away as I settled into what most of us do best on vacation, which is nothing.
Well, not entirely nothing. Each day started with a bike ride, but after that the level of activity dropped off significantly. The beach was just a stroll away, so stroll we did. The water was perfect – except for the abundant jellyfish. (Daughter Hanna didn’t buy into my explanation that they were just contact lenses for a school of REALLY BIG FISH. But I stand by my story.)
Oh yeah: We played a round of golf one day and I shot an amazing 57! Never mind that it was miniature golf at Castaway Cove, where par is 39. How often in life do you get to say you shot a 57? I rewarded myself with a large cone of Kohr’s incredibly chunky pistachio ice cream, my new favorite food in the world.
The plan was for me to head back to work on Wednesday, while the family stayed behind. So, I rose early, watched the aforementioned sunrise, read a few pages, biked over to Mueller’s Bakery on Bridge Avenue to pick up bagels for the gang, took a solitary swim (just me and those damned jellyfish), showered, shaved, dressed, and pointed the car toward Morristown.
Not a bad way to start a Jersey summer day.