Earlier this month I did something I had never done before: went on vacation to New Jersey. That’s not to suggest that I have any problem with the Garden State as a destination; I just didn’t know a whole lot about it, having only ever passed through briefly. But after spending a weekend there with Hannah and Toms River native Liz, I think it’s safe to say I’m officially a fan.
Hey, here are some photos:
The demolished boardwalk area was surreal, definitely unlike anything I’d seen before. But the remaining/rebuilt area was everything I hoped the Jersey Shore would be:
This is only the tiniest peek at all the amazing things we saw. I ate as much frozen custard as I possibly could because that is one frozen treat that really seems to be scarce in Rhode Island. Fortunately on Monday I am heading to Meadville, Pennsylvania for a quick jaunt, and will be taking up residence at Hank’s as often as possible.
Oh, ps: travel bonus points for finding and posing with my very favorite thing in all the world: anthropomorphic food preparing to consume itself.
Til next time, NJ. It was a real treat.