Leave Philadelphia with regret: so much to see, so much to do… “but, I have miles to go before I sleep”, so press on down NJ-55, through a series of small towns until am caught up short by a line of lovely churches in Millville/NJ. (May have mentioned this before: have a thing about churches, because they represent a “voluntary” commitment within a community to create an environment satisfying social/religious beliefs. Admit, these may not coincide with MY beliefs completely, but DO respect them.)
Switch onto NJ-49, and, later, CR-631, until running out of road at Ocean City/NJ’s Atlantic Ocean beach. (A word about Ocean City: it’s a “beach town”… which is to say, designed to allow people to come spend days getting sunburned, sand-gritted, fly/gnat-annoyed and over-crowded pursuing a joy-filled vision of vast sky and ocean.
A minus for “locals” is that tourists are there; a plus, tourists leave much of their money when they depart. A natural consequence is that gorgeous beaches have been sacrificed for endless series of cookie-cutter rental properties: fortunately, in Ocean City, these properties are well-kept and, if a bit monotonous, architecturally attractive.)
Later, “check in” with my cousin Betty, her daughter, Lori, and grandkids Jake and Xander. (Theirs is a “resurrected” family connection. For years, all cousins KNEW Betty existed, but we didn’t know where. Half-a-dozen years ago, we found HER, and expanded our family with her two generations.) How lucky can we be?