Sunday, April 28, 2013

More Postcards From the New Jersey Beach

During our adventures this weekend at the seashore, we spent some time on Friday all the way down at the cape end of the state at Cape May, New Jersey.  We were searching for a campground as far south and as near to the beach as possible.

After finding a good one, we headed out to the beach.  Cape May was not filled with traffic and thousands of people as it usually is during the summer season, and we had a very peaceful look at our surroundings.

We parked right on Beach Avenue, which is the road running along Cape May's boardwalk and beach access.  Cape May doesn't really have a wooden boardwalk;  it's a raised concrete walkway with good views overlooking the ocean.

While the husband/lover/beach boy took a walk out to the water's edge, I waited on the boardwalk and had this view to the south:

Beyond that small structure is the southernmost tip of the Cape.

It was such a beautiful sunny day that we just had to stay here for a while and soak up some free Vitamin D.  Here is the view looking straight east out to the ocean:

One small family had the entire beach to themselves, until Bob joined them.  He found a small piece of driftwood which we considered bringing home to our gardens.  After I nixed the idea because it would get sand all over in my trunk some discussion, we decided to leave it and its ecosystem right where we found it.

If you ever get the chance to visit Cape May, New Jersey, you will find that it is simply a delightful town.  Many Victorian era homes are painted in all sorts of bright color combinations, and decorated with elaborate "gingerbread" wood trims.  This fancy purple home was right behind us, facing the ocean.

After we accomplished our campground searching business, we headed back up the coast towards Wildwood Crest and our hotel.  We saw many huge kites out on the beach,

and there was an international convention on the beach for Blokart enthusiasts.  We spoke to some guests at our hotel about this sport, and learned that the sport and the carts originated in New Zealand.  If these wind carts catch the air just right, they are taken on an exhilarating charge down the beach.  Take a look:


Perhaps if our son Caleb had had a cart tethering his large kite down to earth, he may not have ended up in the emergency room last fall.  If you missed that excitement, you can read about it back in this post.  However, if he had been along with us on this trip and had seen these guys racing up and down the beach, I feel certain there would have ultimately been some emptying of his wallet.  I cannot deny that it looked like a great amount of fun and thrills.

On our last night we saw the moon rising over the ocean, and changing colors as it went.

Sort of like a "Red Moon Rising."  Wait, isn't that a movie title?  I can easily picture a mass of zombies stumbling up the beach, coming into town and doing what they do.

Good thing we were up on the sixth floor.