Atlantic City & Jersey Shore

So here we are ... at the Atlantic Jersey Shore. The first pic is Mark and I at the finish of our ride ... and the start of a vacation and rest period before flying home and resuming our 'lives as we know it'.
The pic is of a happy, although really exhausted couple (Cindy more so than Mark). That night I spent the
next 12 hours in bed ... not moving. I know the nursing theory is to turn every two hours ... perhaps I turned twice. It's OK ... no pressure sores earned.
The final days of pushing on Thee bike was just a bit too much for me.
Mark and I spent the next day, Sunday, just walking the Boardwalk. No excercise needed.

We had to laugh. Of course, for those of you who have been to most any ocean resort area, these areas offer all sorts of tourist gimmicks and junk for sale. One such offering, is a bicycle being rode by the seller, and the 'buyers', (usually overweight tourists) sit in the carriage for a short trip. Should Mark and I, after riding across America, buy such a ride? Bit ironic, we decided.



The next photos are from our hotel room on the 19th floor. The first is looking directly west into the bay. The Boardwalk, as you can see by the wooden ramps, extends below.


The second pic is directly North, revealing the entrance to the Bay with the Atlantic Ocean on the right. One of their many beaches, er ... shores, are seen.

Finally, directly to the East. The very tip of the famed boardwalk is shown in the upper right corner.

I also attached, but somehow didn't, a pic facing farther to the right/south. There, amidst the huge hotels is a lighthouse ... that use to be the beacon for safe journey for all sea travelers. So sad ... completely surrounded by 30-50 story buildings, and can't even be seen now from the sea. It is a museum and tourist attraction. I just found it rather sad and dismal.

The boardwalk directly below us, being 'around the corner' from the famous Boardwalk, is used primarily by locals who show up crack of dawn until sunset and fish all day. Most of them tend to throw the catch back into the ocean, however, I have seen several diligently measuring to determine if it is legal, and taking their catch home.

Our youngest daughter (22 y/o) is due here via Greyhound in 2 hours from NYC. She'll end our vacation until we fly out on Thursday. I still have to make those reservations tomorrow (see ... the computer thing again).