To the Beach

Summertime.  Some of the living seems easy, some not.  Been an active month with synagogue obligations, medical care, and rendezvous with our infant grandchildren. As restful as 20 minutes of propofol must have been and admiring how well my descendants have turned out, I could use a short couples interlude, followed in a few weeks by a longer couples destination.  We have the good fortune to live within two hours of the shoreline, some bay, some Atlantic.

While resort towns now line the waterfront, attracting increasing numbers of prosperous retirees from DC to settle there and younger families to allot some of their annual vacation time to that sand and surf, my wife and I really do not want parking challenges, expensive hotel stays, or boardwalk amusements.  Our state makes these outings very easy for us.  As a senior, I purchased a lifetime state park pass.  My state operates three more than adequate beachfront locations with changing areas and usually ample parking spaces.  I only need bring beachwear and a sand chair for my wife and me.  One downstate excursion usually coincides with Wawa's annual Hoagiefest, so a quick stop for a low-cost portable lunch enables nutrition.  Access to all but the final few miles now comes as high speeed highway.  Main preparatory questions:  which day and which beach?

The experiences of the three parks overlap, though they are not identical.  I prefer the most distant of them for its isolation.  Its changing facilities appear more basic, and one time I almost got closed out of parking.  The middle location is the largest, near the popular stretch of beaches that people staying at hotels seek.  This location had an upgrade a few years ago.  The changing facilities were modernized.  A small play area for tots now offers young families a respite from the hot sun.  The food options expanded as did the concessions to buy t-shirts and sunscreen.  It seems the most attended of the state's beaches, with patrons seeking places for their chairs as close to the cabana as their luck will allow.  Yet the parking area during the weekdays always has ample space.  And the park has other amenities from history to inlet fishing.  The northernmost park sits where the bay meets the ocean.  A very pretty stretch of sand.  Parking never a problem.  Crowds never a problem.  This park attracts some campers.  It also offers an active wooden fishing pier where I seem to be the angler who has yet to hook anything.  They have a small nature center and a niche historical legacy as a military outpost protecting the mid-Atlantic coast in World War 2.

I don't know which one I will drive to during the upcoming week.  I've not even retrieved the two sand chairs from garage storage.  Seeking just a few restful hours, not enough to get sunburned, maybe a couple of short entries into the surf.  Apply lessons of previous misadventures.  Use spare glasses, having lost one pair of expensive bifocals to King Neptune.  Put cell phone in plastic protector, having ruined one when a wave from the rising tide soaked it.  Ample sunscreen.  Eye on the clock.