Doctor CamNC4Me wrote:We did hike the boardwalk!
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We stopped short of the "stairway to heaven" since it would've forced us to go 17 or 18 miles instead of the 12 we just hiked in order to get to the next shelter. So, we're resting up at a hotel to get ready for the ascent and follow-on big hike.
New Jersey is beautiful. I've been fantasizing about owning a home in this area because it's so pretty.
- Doc
Boardwalk--Jersey has a sense of humor. That's the Jersey version of rolling out the red carpet for you guys.
The places I joke about on MDB are joke-worthy because they're urban concrete and asphalt crap holes. You can smell Newark as you de-board the plane. I friggin hate Newark but it's my only way home.
Where you are is really is beautiful. Even prettier in Fall. I was born in the Catskills to Jersey parents from Newark. After we moved back down to the Shore we spent summers driving up where you are--High Point, Port Jervis, The Hawk's Nest, etc., to stay a couple of weeks on the dairy farm that was next to our "pleasure" farm.*
The air itself smells like life. There are rivers, lakes, creeks and streams. I wouldn't blame you for thinking about relocating to that area.
The Shore has a flavor and beauty of it's own. Best thing--get up early, eat breakfast on the beach, boardwalk pizza for lunch (omg) and pick up a couple of subs on the way home. That's my version of heaven. Do it all the next day. And the next. Keep going. I could do it
forever. I'm basically a total beach bum who lives in the mountains.
Jersey is known for it's produce. There are roadside stands on the highways where you can pick up Jersey tomatoes--heaven in your mouth I so swear. They also sell incredible hanging baskets of flowers. If anyone offers you Jersey tomatoes--take them. You won't be sorry.
(Getting homesick while I write this)
Love that little grill place in your pic. Sometimes the best food comes from little places like that. It makes me happy to know you experienced part of Jersey and that you liked it. That's nice.
*Pleasure farm=my father spending money he didn't have on stuff we didn't need like 108 acres in the Catskills.