North wildwood seawall
Sometimes a change of scenery for just a day can feel like a vacation. I am fortunate to know the Delightful family and to occasionally tag along on their adventures, often with the kids. When they called with just a few minutes notice on a day my kids were at the cabin with Mr. Fantastic, I jumped at the chance. This trip was a last-minute jaunt to Wildwood and Cape May on one of the first springlike days of this year. They said to bring my bike.
Entrance to Wildwood boardwalk below. “Through this arch walk the happiest people in the world” Yes!
While I rarely want to drive anywhere on my days off, the Delightful family have no qualms about heading across state lines to PA’s eastern neighbor once in a while. They had their two golden retrievers, their youngest child (his big sisters were with my kids), and their bikes. I joined the gang and soon we were crossing the Walt Whitman bridge over the Delaware river.
Tidepool by the seawall
We took the scenic route out of the urban area near the river, and soon I was gazing at rural New Jersey. There were historic houses both restored and decrepit, some newer buildings, and everything in between. We saw some gardens beginning to blossom. We drove by a beachside neighborhood they knew with ramshackle hand-built homes. Then we came to the seawall in North Wildwood. We parked and got the bikes and dogs ready.
“America’s boardwalk”- two miles of carnival attractions, greasy food, souveniers, and the like- was more crowded than I’d expected but far from summer-crowded and completely enjoyable. By bike, with no kids clamoring for anything (Mr. D, with kid and dogs, let us go ahead) Ms. D and I cruised first the seawall and then the boardwalk.
After a while, we piled back in the car and headed to Cape May. Mr. and Ms. Delightful are both architects and pointed out the doo wop architecture for which Wildwood is famous as we drove south. Plenty of 1950s diners and motels with bright colors, fake palm trees, and huge distinctly lettered signs. Cape May was a short drive away, and soon we were back on the bikes. It was a flat terrain, amazing restored Victorian buildings were everywhere, and the traffic was serene. I am not a huge fan of the Jersey shore, but the drivers are beyond polite to pedestrians and cyclists alike and the architecture was enchanting so I was enjoying the afternoon immensely.
Our last stop was The Lobster House, where I devoured not only some lobster, but scallops and shrimp as well. This is out of character for me, since I am mostly vegetarian and have disliked seafood since childhood. The essence of vacation is doing things that are not ordinary, though, and I relished the experience. Who knew I would suddenly get excited about scallops? But I did. And the lobster house, a sprawling historic building next to a marina, was a glory in itself. Don’t be fooled by the fancy-pants website; there are many levels of dining here. There is a dark wood restaurant with cloth napkins and genteel atmosphere, a deli-style take-out, a diner with stools and a long counter, and an outdoor deck by the boats where we had our excellent lunch. Surrounded by seagulls and the gently tipping masts of sailboats, we dug into our meals and reflected on a lovely day.