We were short on time in Cape May so we put off the tradition of dipping our back wheel into the Atlantic Ocean and the your front into the Pacific; we drug out bikes through the deep, loose Delaware sand and completed our silly initiation.
Feet and bikes wet we trudged back up the beach and over the dunes to the parking lot where I got to spend some intimate time with my bike’s chain trying to clean all the sand out of the links. (I am beginning to think the tire dipping tradition was invented by the bike shops!) Chain cleaner, but still grinding a bit we started pedaling through the winding trails and boardwalk of Cape Henelopen, a bit cooler and less birds compared to last time we were here. Our tires found asphalt as we pedaled down the residential streets into Rehoboth and onto the boardwalk!
We pedaled down Route 1, the miles slowly ticking by as we fought a fierce northerly headwind. Our legs paid the price and stomachs started growling by the time we got to Bethany Beach we were on the hunt for a bagel shop. We sped across the bridge fighting a cross wind that wanted to blow Amanda off. We made it all the way to Ocean City without any breakfast options, and finally settled for a milkshake from Five Guys. The lack of crowds in the off season is nice, but the closed shops make it difficult.
We made it all the way to Ocean City without any breakfast options, and finally settled for a milkshake from Five Guys. The lack of crowds in the off season is nice, but the closed shops make it difficult. Continuing down the seemingly million blocks of Ocean City, we made an obligatory stop at Fish Tails for Natural Lights and fish tacos. The budget for the day was blown but this was a little retreat and rules are meant to be broken. A ride down the mostly closed boardwalk, we finally made it to our resting spot for the next few days.