At least 15 of my extended family travel near (DE) and far (CA, DC, MD, and MA) each year to unwind, rewind, and renew our family connections. My parents began this tradition in the late 1950s. My brother and I preserved the idea, and now our kids, nieces and nephews have enlarged and expanded on “the family vacation.”
Some of our friends who have never experienced the NJ shore kind of scoff at the premise of “relaxing” on a crowded hot humid beach where literally thousands of children scream in delight at each rolling wave, where teenagers throw Frisbees between the waves, and where people from all over the east coast with many different body sizes stroll the surf near naked.
I laugh out loud at their misconceptions as I feel the wheels move with my pedaling legs and listen to the giggles behind me.
The beach is a perfect place to release the kid in you.
Dive into the salty waves while escaping the slinky stingy jellyfish;
Join barely dressed strangers in a sandy game of horseshoes,
Celebrate a grandmother’s 90th birthday with a steel drummer, cold beer, and homemade lobster rolls as the sun sets and the sand cools hot feet;
Bike on the Boardwalk with the hazy morning sun enveloping you and your almost 2-year-old grandson as you both shout out loud ‘WHEEEEEEEEEEEE.”
When was the last time you yelled with utter child-like delight?
I suggest a lazy hazy crazy week at the seashore.