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Over the holidays, I shipped out to Southern California to visit family for a week. Almost every day I was there, I ran along Redondo Beach’s paved running and biking path — not only because it was parallel to the ocean, but also because those beaches had a water fountain, bathroom or both every few blocks.
That area of California is extremely pricey. The median home sales price in Redondo Beach is $800,000, and one neighborhood enclave requires at least $12 million to even think about owning a home there. This is not a crummy, rag-tag beach, and yet the community makes sure that there are plenty of places for pit stops for those who visit there, even if they’re coming in from out of town.
This makes some New Jersey beach towns look insane — and obnoxious — as they continue to try to do everything to shirk beach access mandates.
I took the day off yesterday, putting up an out-of-office message so I could pop the windows out of my Jeep Wrangler and cruise down the shore. I stopped at the Ocean View Wawa for a sandwich and a bag of chips, then parked myself in a chair on the beach in Strathmere.
I spent most of the day reading a book, but I also did a lot of staring at the ocean. I told friends I hit the beach because I’m tapering for a marathon, and I’m full of edgy energy that has no outlet. But really, I was there because today is the two-year anniversary of Hurricane Sandy making landfall in New Jersey, and I wanted to both pay my respects and thanks to the beach that survived, and deliver a giant middle finger to a storm that destroyed large parts of our Jersey Shore.
I’ve had a harder time with the two-year anniversary than the first. When a preview copy of Superstorm: Nine Days Inside Hurricane Sandy came in the mail, I took it right to my library’s donation bin. It’s more difficult now because we have a clearer picture of how bad things really are, not just in the immediate days after the storm where we could not stop looking at pictures of roads torn apart and houses shattered into splinters, but the inevitable mess that came after.
In May, I made predictions of five Jersey Shore stories we’d be talking about this summer. Here’s how those five stories played out.
It’s wheeling and dealing time at the Jersey Shore, folks. Not only will hotel room prices drop after this weekend, but you can also get everything from boogie boards to flip flops to island-branded t-shirts for far less than you’d have paid in May.
But if you know where to go (psst: we do) deals go much deeper than that. Here are four that should be on your list if you’re headed down the shore before school starts back up again.
The window on summer is quickly closing (or already closed, you jerks already drinking pumpkin beer).
But we still have hot weather, and there’s still time to get another Jersey Shore fix beyond just sitting on the beach in a crowd.
Here are five ideas for doing just that — covering the entirety of the Jersey Shore. I do stray north of Brigantine sometimes.
Two states, two Ocean Cities. But which is which?
One has a swim up bar and spots like the Brass Balls Saloon; the other is so dry it doesn’t even allow BYOB.
One pushes its family friendly image with billboards showing families; the other still uses a stale lifeguard campaign.
Only one gloated about its plan to steal away visitors from a storm-damaged area, so you can guess why my tone favors one town over the other.
But they do share the same name, and for the last seven years I’ve had a Google alert set for Ocean City, which means I’ve read a lot about both.
Can you tell which is which? Below are some Ocean City headlines from this summer.
It happens every summer: We roll deep into peak shore season, and people start complaining about hotel and motel prices.
The short answer for why this is so is simple: It’s supply and demand.
The longer answer can be broken down into five parts:
In 2009, a friend and I were driving from Key West to Fort Lauderdale. The night before had been a long one (is there any other kind of night in Key West? Especially on your last night of vacation?) so we were looking for a greasy lunch.
“STOP!” I cried when I saw a green and yellow circular sign on the side of the road. “We’re eating here.”
That place was Jersey Boardwalk Pizza, which is now being sued by the state of N.J. [read the full suit]. because of their logo has the same shape and color scheme as the Garden State Parkway emblem.
This is ridiculous. How ridiculous? As ridiculous as saying Flying Fish promotes drunk driving with their Exit Beer series. As ridiculous as AAA not being able to service cars on the New Jersey Turnpike, Atlantic City Expressway or Garden State Parkway. As ridiculous as only having six bathrooms for women in what replaced the Oceanview Service Area rest stop.
The Jersey Shore is packed and will be through Labor Day. Here are eight tips on how to make the most out of our very crowded beach towns.