July 3, 2021
The holiday weekend in my shore town ushers in a weather pattern that seems to be a common occurrence on holiday weekends – cooler and wetter than weeks in-between. I don’t know why, maybe it is my imagination, but the sunny, hot, dry, perfect summer days of the past couple of weeks are on hold until next week – post-holiday – according to weather reports.
The not-perfect weather has not dampened the arrival and enthusiasm of out-of-towners. Parked cars line every side street. Homes shuttered most of the year suddenly sprout hanging plants and porch furniture. Beach chairs, toys and towels materialize, scattered on driveways and walkways. A line snakes out the door at the coffee shop. Outdoor restaurant tables fill for every meal. Young folks lounge around a new restaurant’s second-floor outdoor bar. A movie theater, shuttered for years and recently refurbished with a restaurant, bar, and three screens, vibrates with activity.
Post-covid life is alive and well, and stimulating the economy. Folks just want to have fun!
The cool, cloudy early morning weather appeared perfect for a bike ride, and as I approached the Boardwalk I obviously was not the only one with that thought. Folks of all ages walked, jogged, rode bicycles and tricycles, and took in the sights from strollers, baby carriages, even wheelchairs. Maneuvering between groups required savvy and attention to what was going on around me. Usually I enjoy the sights – new homes under construction, ocean wave activity, check out other Boardwalk fans. But not today. Too many people, too much activity.
I am not complaining. I can return to leisurely bike rides after most people leave town and tackle Atlantic City Expressway or Garden State Parkway traffic on their drive home. I am already home…
Hub and I will stay home-based this weekend, grill burgers and veggies, hang out on the porch and watch folks head down to the beach laden with a day’s worth of amenities – towels, sand toys and games, paddle boards, drinks, snacks, beach chairs, beach tags, beach reads. Hub and I, on the other hand, travel light. When we venture onto the sand – usually late afternoon when everyone else packs up and leaves – we carry our beach chairs, beach reads, and water bottle.
On my bike ride I stopped to snap a picture of a sand sculpture honoring the Fourth of July holiday. Amidst the crowds and commotion, barbecues and get-togethers, let’s not forget the reason we celebrate this holiday weekend.
I hope everyone has an enjoyable holiday.