Thursday, June 30, 2022

THE WILDWOODS

REMAIN IN LIGHT
I must apologize fair readers for the last entry at Vacations From Home, but our dog’s rant has merit. We suffer greatly from Tripophobia which is the fear of not having a trip planned in the near future. No sooner were we back at the middle-class garret we call home in Collegeville Pennsylvania, Janet booked a trip to Wildwood, New Jersey, again.
This was our third trip to this 5-mile barrier island just north of Cape May, New Jersey since 2019. Comprised of three towns, North Wildwood, Wildwood and Wildwood Crest, the beaches are extra wide, the sand soft, and the beach slopes gently into the Atlantic, and most importantly it’s free. Nearly everywhere else along the 140+ miles of New Jersey beaches you have to pay to get on, but in the Wildwoods, it is free, and protected by lifeguards. The boardwalk may be filled with tacky t-shirts, fast food joints, arcades and amusement rides, but the beach is wide enough that concerts are held on the sand and there is a spacious dog park with a large fire hydrant marking its location right on the beach.
While we were there, they were setting up an area on the beach for a ” Barefoot Country Music Fest”, and musical acts like Kenny Chesney have also played on the sands in recent years. Those cost money, but the town next door North Wildwood has free concerts throughout the season.
It’s a great place to go, and most importantly Wildwood was the destination of Janet’s youth. Her grandmother lived in the Wildwoods and waitressed at the famous Zaberer’s Restaurant in North Wildwood, and Janet traveled there often with her mother and then later with her own family.
WILDWOOD
I’m thankful she has brought me to this part of New Jersey. As I came from the north Jersey town of Harrison, day trips were limited to towns like Belmar, Avon-by-the Sea or Seaside Heights, and my first exposure to the Wildwoods which are much further south was due to Janet.
ROUGH CROWD?
Wildwood has a dubious history though, with lots of bars and a reputation of an “anything goes” destination. As a newcomer to this resort town, I have seen just a bit of that history when we came here in 2019 just after Labor Day to witness the final dregs of the “Roar to the Shore” motorcycle celebration. When the local bars post signs that demand patrons “leave their colors outside”, I wasn’t quite sure if we were vacationing or were dropped into the middle of a remake of the Marlon Brando motorcycle gang film, “The Wild One”.
Thankfully Wildwood is trying to tame their reputation and make this town more family-friendly and in 2020 denied a permit to the Roar people. Although we would hear some outliers chortling their engines at all hours of the night that year, there was no grand parade of bikes on the boardwalk or members of motorcycle gangs blocking cross traffic as their “entourage” paraded down Atlantic Avenue.
I guess I’m lucky I only need to contend with rip currents and a beach that can be 500 yards wide and the Tramcar that chortles along the boards ferrying patrons up and down warning everyone of its approach with “Mind the tramcar please” incessant bleating.
AS IF WE NEED A REASON TO TRAVEL
Now, it wasn’t out of the blue that we visited Wildwood again. We had been invited to an overnight party in Lewes Delaware before our trip to Wildwood and Janet decided that instead of coming straight home, we take the ferry from Delaware to New Jersey and spend a few days at the beach.
The ferry crossing takes about an hour. Reservations are required and they ask you to get there about a half hour earlier than the departure time. There’s a restaurant and a beer garden on site, so it’s a pleasant wait.  
Fees include the vehicle and each passenger and because of the rising costs of fuel, there was a $5.00 fuel surcharge that changes monthly. In July it is set to go up to $6.00. For our trip across the Delaware Bay in cost us $61.00, but then we are in Cape May and it’s a short drive up to Wildwood, avoiding a very long drive.
The previous two visits to Wildwood we rented a condo, but it was not available this time. That condo was in the middle of the boardwalk area with all the tacky t-shirts stands, pizzerias and arcades and amusement rides and it could get noisy in the area, but it was a half block from the beach.
Janet booked us instead at the Dolphin Motel. It had great reviews and the mid-week prices were reasonable. The Dolphin Motel is past the convention center, a block from the beach and two blocks from the southern border with Wildwood Crest. It was neat, clean and convenient with accommodating owners. Check out was at 10 am but they allowed us to park on the premises until 2 pm, so we squeezed in another beach day.  
FOOD
We were in Wildwood for three nights and here’s where we ate. A couple were favorites that we had been to before, but there were a couple of new ones.
Pig Out Night
When Janet would travel to Wildwood with her young family there was always one night set aside as “Pig Out Night”, and our first night brimmed with Mack’s Pizza, Kohr’s Bros. Ice Cream Custard and Curley French Fries. We also stopped for beers at the glamorous sounding PigDog Beach Bar. Not liking the live music being strummed we walked our drinks onto the sand to lounge in Adirondack chairs set out for just this purpose.
After this fine smorgasbord, the walk back to the Dolphin Motel was slow, but we were still moving faster than the American Legion Conventioneers shuffling out of the Convention Center. 
Lobster House, Cape May
It was a Monday evening and there was still a line for tables at this popular seafood restaurant. Janet always wants to go here for lobster and we like to avoid the lines by taking a seat at the Raw Bar and eating there. The menu is more limited, but you can always get lobster. The bar is just across the pier from a moored boat that serves as a drink only bar.
A bit pricey but a necessary destination each time we visit the area
Two Mile Landing, Restaurants and Marina, Wildwood Crest
We passed the sign along Pacific Avenue on our way to the Lobster House and thought we’d look into the next day. We were very happily surprised by the whole complex of restaurants and bars back there along the water’s edge. Great views of the sunset and the marina. Live music. Great food. Happy hour food specials from 2-4 at the Crab House and it can get very crowded mid-summer. “All you can eat” Blue Claw crab specials is a big draw.
The 2 Mile Restaurant and Bar, next door, recently reopened after COVID.
Next time we’ll go for drinks at sunset.
Mud Hen Brewing
Craft beer brewing in New Jersey doesn’t come close to the Pennsylvania experience, but its gaining. Cape May Brewing, especially their Coastal Evacuation Double IPA is a favorite. There’s even a “Brewtique” tasting room in nearby Rio Grande, NJ, but we haven’t gotten to it yet. It’s about a 7 mile drive out of Wildwood.  
Within walking distance of the beach is the MudHen Brewing Company. An open airy, seemingly always busy brewpub, the MudHen makes a number of fine beers. This last visit I had their Saison du Surf, and their Baker’s Double IPA. From 11a to 4p they have $8.95 lunch specials, which change daily. Their Happy Hour is at the bar only from 3p-5p and has a $9 appetizer menu that include wings. Hopefully they aren’t Mud Hen wings…whatever they are.  
DogTooth Bar & Grill
There is always a line for tables at this place, but we were able to find a couple of bar stools this time. Typical shore bar, with an array of beer taps and great bartenders. We only went there for drinks, but the place deserves a special mention.
Thanks for reading.
Love Janet and greg
© 2022 by Gregory Dunaj


Tuesday, June 14, 2022

LET ME SLEEP

GIVE ME A YUM-YUM FIRST
Greg walked away from his computer and Raisin wrote this entry.
When are you leaving again?

Let’s make this perfectly f-king clear, I don’t give a poop if my humans are home or away. They are like that guy who wears a hat to bed … his wife doesn’t know if he’s coming or going.
They are always going somewhere and all I know is that I’m always being left behind. They want to see the f-king world. F-k them! Am I wrong? I mean aren’t I part of their f-king family? Nope I’m an afterthought and an inconvenience.
Don’t worry about me though, I make the best of it. At least I have a good time when they are gone and I don’t have to go very far. Used to be they’d dump my butt on a family member or (shudder) a f-king kennel, but now I sleep next door with the f-king Brady Bunch. They are dog lovers not like my humans Janet and Greg. The Brady’s got three kids and four dogs. Two of the dogs are big and normal and two are the weirdest looking dogs I’ve ever seen and they squeak a lot. I’ve heard of yappers, but squeakers? I think their breed is called a guinea pig? Who the f-k cares right? At least the Brady’s stay home a lot and the kids love to play with me.
I am the Grand Poobah of
Queenly f-king dogs
Now when I stay with the Brady’s, yum-yums are as plentiful as rain in the Amazon Forest and I never have to do some f-king trick like f-king sit, or f-king give a “high-five” to get one. And, the best f-king part is when the big guy dribbles out a bit of his yum-yum I’m quick to snatch it up. I like to think I’m helping him lose weight, but that would be like throwing a f-king deck chair off the sinking Titanic…the fat f-k.
I call the other dog Dumb-Dumb because when they got him, he was just a pup and the same size as me and I’d boss him around, because well I’m the f-king Grand Poobah of Queenly f-king dogs. Dumb-dumb is now 5 times my size, but he’s too f-king dense to realize it and I still get to boss him around. This comes in real f-king handy when he’s sitting on my favorite part of the couch and I want to claim it. He runs away and cowers in the corner.
Yeah, my humans Janet and Greg are all f-king lovey-dovey when they return from one of their trips and say they miss me and all that bulls-t. F-king posers, I know as soon as they come home, they’re already planning to go on the next trip. Just let me sleep, but give a yum-yum first.
© 2022 by Gregory Dunaj

Tuesday, June 7, 2022

DON’T FEAR THE COUCH

RECHARGING THE BATTERIES
Long ago I traveled constantly for work and staying home was a rare luxury. I was constantly on “the go” and “life” stopped as I traipsed my way around the United States, Europe, Japan and Australia. It was an exciting and great way to make money, and to see the world, but my “life” was suspended while out there. Sadly, when I was home, I wasn’t making money and the allure of the legal tender that came with waking up early in Sydney or Sarajevo or Salt Lake City was strong, and my family life suffered even as I crisscrossed the world. Recharging the batteries was never an option.
SOME THINGS NEVER CHANGE
Given the opportunity I surely would have done things differently, like win the lottery so I wouldn’t have to work so much.
Despite the mistakes of the past, the allure of the road is still strong with me and Janet. The future brims with opportunity to see more of this world, even though NOW we have to pay our traveling expenses. UGH.
DOWNTIME HERE DREAMING OF ELSEWHERE
Seemingly Janet and I are constantly on the move and with that observation comes the feeble idea that we don’t like lingering around our middle-class garret in this ultra-posh town of Collegeville, Pennsylvania. Though we’d rather be elsewhere, here is pretty comfortable. When we conjoined our lives, we decided to remain in the garret and use this as a home base. So, though we travel a lot we are being cheap, and we make “here” a great place to live.
IT'S A JUNGLE OUT THERE
We have a birdfeeder just outside our kitchen window that attracts Goldfinches, Purple Finches, Blue Birds, Cat Birds and several varieties of woodpeckers. We delight in watching the color of the Goldfinches become vibrant as spring approaches.
Every summer Janet transforms our back deck into an oasis, filling every available space with potted plants and ferns. Throw in a melodic windchime, a beautifully colorful patio umbrella, and ring the whole “extra” room with festive lighting and the world beyond is of little consequence.
We’ve extended our garden by planting Hosta and ferns, cherry tomatoes and several varieties of hot peppers. This year we have Tabasco, Cayenne, Jalapenos, Habaneros, Ghost Peppers and Carolina Reapers.
Carolina Reaper

Come harvest time we are busy making Pineapple/Habanero jelly and several versions of hot sauces. We stuff Jalapenos with cream cheese and wrap them in bacon. They freeze well for later use. Peppers too, but sometimes we dry them in the oven.
POOLS TOO.  
We have good friends who invite us to their pool a couple of times per week and we always accept the invitation. Thankfully they don’t drink so we’re not compelled to ply them with wine or beer, but Janet will bring a quinoa / blueberry salad among other food items, and if I have a bumper crop of peppers, some always find their way to our friends.
COUCH POTATOES? 
Though we don’t fear the “couch” we are not passive and there are several treks to the gym each week, or hikes in the immediate area; the Appalachian Trail passes through the area about a 45-minute drive from here; or it’s a one block hike to a brew pub called “Troubles End”. Dog friendly during the warmer times we can take our dog!
Phoenixville is a big beer destination about 5 miles from us. It rivals that craft beer mecca of Asheville, North Carolina, with 9 craft brewers and a distillery either on Bridge Street, or within a very short drive. 
WHY WOULD WE EVER LEAVE?
That’s a stupid question. It’s a big world out there, someone has to see it.
Thanks for reading.
Love Janet and greg
© 2022 by Gregory Dunaj