Her mind was filled with sandcastles, and beachcombing, and feeling the salty spray of the ocean. All I could think of was sunburn, sand fleas, and lugging around 2 tons of plastic shovels, sifters, and sandcastle molds, but this was her must-do for the vacation. So we wrote it down, and all I could do was hope that she’d forget...
We were at the beach; my daughter was giddily burying me alive when my wife yelled down from her beach chair above, “I know what I want to do!”
“What?” I asked enthusiastically, spitting out a mouthful of course, white sand, in hopes that her desire was to leave the beach immediately and never look back.
“I want to go for a bike ride!” she said.
“Great,” I replied. “Let’s go. Let’s go right now!”
My wife gave me those eyes that said she knew very well what I was up to.
“No rush,” she replied, “let Kira enjoy her day.”
“That’s easy for you to say,” I muttered.“You don’t have hermit crabs crawling around in your...”
“What was that?” “Nothing, honey...”
The following morning, with the horrors of the previous beach day still visible by the glow of my sun-burnt skin, we set off on our biking adventure. Cape May is one of those coastal towns that lends itself perfectly to travel by bicycle. You can just picture an 1880’s gentleman, handlebar mustache and all, careening the Cape May streets on one of those seemingly un-rideable high wheel bicycles. Don’t have a bike of your own? Not to worry; Cape May has a number of locations where they can be rented, including Cape Island Bike and Beach rentals; and if you’re arriving off-season, you can rent one for less than $40 per week.