The Jersey shore. For us kids of the 80s it conjures up tides full of hypodermic needles, trashy shore rats and the venerable East Street Band. I will brush past the infamous tv show generation and move on to my own kids who have never been here. Since mommy had a hectic week at the office, I thought we would start with a "secluded" intro, most easily accessed from NYC via a ridiculously scenic but equally overpriced Seastreak ferry from Wall St.
While incredible for our budding oceanographers, it was a little disconcerting to mommy and me to discover boundless sea treasures washing up on shore (Ahh Jersey, still having that deoxygenated river problem from pollution thirty years later? Might I suggest tougher clean water laws like the ones we passed in Mass.) The boys collected rays, flounder, crabs, horseshoe and more common clam shells.
They spent most of this mommy beach day in the wonderful surf though. The temp was perfect, the skies blue and the waves just the right height to reach her belly and the boys' chests. Sydney is growing into a fearless boogie boarder as Liji gets more and more comfortable with big waves.
The food trucks were pretty nice too. It's not always easy to get as good a BBQ at the beach as we did at Hog Heaven. The Shave ice at Kona was a wonderful way to end a perfect beach day. No boardwalk, no amusement rides, just amazing views of Manhattan, Coney Island and beyond. A pleasant first toe into the water of the Jersey Shore.
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