Boardwalk!

Are you tired of my beach posts yet?  Well, too bad.  Go read about Tyson’s dinner date or Meg’s quirky rainbow craft or Stephanie’s lucky husband. Or you could head over to Tara, who is also milking her beach trip for all its worth.  Or you can stop whining and read on.  Sheesh.

Almost more than anything else, we have missed the boardwalk!  We never found one anywhere in the northern Outer Banks.  A mere 10 minutes away from the quiet charm of Cape May is the excitement of Wildwood, NJ.  The boardwalk is two jam-packed miles of rides, games, junk food, t-shirt and flip-flop shops, mini-golf,  and complete and utter awesomeness!  There is a tram to carry you if you’re tired (“Watch the tram car, please.  Watch the tram car, please.  Watch the tram car, please”…that recorded message is still playing over and over in my head), but we only walked about a half mile and back.

First we had to have boardwalk pizza, which is dough-diddly delicious.

After that, Jack spent two of his own dollars trying to win a big stuffed Angry Bird from the giant claw machine.  He lost.  So good old Uncle Mike tried too.

I love the looks on all of their faces!

Uncle Mike lost too.  Many times.  God bless uncles.

We headed to the Go Carts next!

And then more games…


And after spending many more dollars than it was worth, Uncle Mike finally won Jack an Angry Bird!

And a big blow up bat for hitting his brother!!!

Time for a snack.  We ate nothing healthy.  We ate nothing with fiber and vitamins and nutrients.   We ate… fried oreos, frozen custard, cotton candy, funnel cakes, and Polish Water Ice, washed down with lemonade (hey!  Vitamin C!  Healthy!)

These are not the smiling faces of children eating broccoli.

Who knew you could fry Oreos?  And then sprinkle it with powdered sugar?

Oh funnel cake, how I love you.

And then someone started getting tired.

Side effect of the cotton candy, don’tcha know.

So we headed back to the quiet and peace of Cape May, where visions of fried oreos and funnel cakes danced in everyone’s heads. (Though that could have been the heartburn talking).
Next post:  Memory Lane or possibly New Traditions...and then I think that's it for the beach posts.