Secrets of the Shore- New Jersey Beaches Pt. 2

When I first moved to the East Coast, I had somehow acquired a sweatshirt that said “LBI” on the front of it. I walked around for  months fielding questions about whether or not I have been to LBI before, what I thought of it and where I had gotten the sweatshirt. I was painfully unaware of what LBI even stood for. All I knew that it was a good Christmastime sweatshirt. Red and White…what could be more festive? Observe my ignorance on Christmas morning:

Me in my “Christmas sweatshirt” aka the LBI Sweatshirt

Little did I know, LBI stands for Long Beach Island, one of the most beautiful stretches of beaches on the New Jersey shore. 

Part II: Long Beach Island, New Jersey

Getting there: Much like getting to Seaside Heights, you follow 70 E from the Philadelphia area, and then veer to the right at the second traffic circle to continue on 72 E. Follow that and you will be delivered into the town of Manahawkin where you will take a beautiful scenic bridge over Manahawkin Bay onto Long Beach Island.

Long Beach Island might be best discovered by bike

Getting around: Once on the island, you will notice that it’s pretty easy to get around. If you just follow Long Beach Boulevard, you can get anywhere you need to go. I started by heading north (turning left) to check out the different beach options. To the north you will find small beach communities like Surf City, North Beach, Long Beach, Loveladies, and finally Barnegat Light, where the famous Barnegat Light House is located. Fun fact: This lighthouse is actually a movie star, having appeared in the film The Perfect Storm. Do you think it was starstruck around the insanely handsome George Clooney? If you head south, you will encounter Ship Bottom, Brant Beach, Spray Beach, Beach Haven and Holgate. Sounds like a lot, but from the northern most tip of the island to the southernmost (car access, anyway) it’s only 18 miles.

 Atmosphere: This is the kind of place you want to stay a few days, if not a week. Imagine quiet beaches without the hustle and bustle of carnival rides, drunken guidos and chain-smoking teens. Driving down Long Beach Boulevard is reminiscent of the Florida Keys: with the turn of the head you can see the bay out one window and the Atlantic out the other. Talk about paradise! The “strip” is rather sleepy and quiet, but full of fun shops including the original Ron Jon Surf shop, many surf board rental places, a bevy of beachfront restaurants and bars, craft places…you name it. Step into one of the many beach access points and discover the calm, serene ocean just waiting for you to swim in and lay by. This beach doesn’t expect you to spend loads of hard-earned cash or tempt you with fried oreos. It just asks that you come, stay and relax.

At the southernmost accessible tip of LBI

Good times: After spending hours soaking in the Atlantic in Surf City, I packed up my belongings and headed south toward the Edwin B. Forsythe National Wildlife Refuge. Three miles of unsolicited beaches and untamed nature lie at the end of the island, and you bet I was going to go and check it out. This part of the island seemed like a crossroad for ocean lovers, as people were fishing, sunbathing, swimming, or just gazing at the ocean from an overlook bench. The nature reserve was blocked off for the most part because of nesting season, but seabirds abounded and signs offering information about indigenous species were plentiful. It was a pleasant end to a perfect beach day.

Whatchu Say?! moments: Hardly any. I don’t believe there were any moments where I questioned why things were the way they were.

In a nutshell: Long Beach Island is for lovers. For beach lovers especially. Pristine sandy shores meet bluish green Atlantic waters. What else could you want? It is a must-visit destination. Now I can wear my LBI sweatshirt proudly!

Portrait of a Semi-Seasoned Traveler

Portrait of a semi-seasoned traveler is a new, on-going series featuring fellow travelers I have known personally, whether it be a long-time friend or a new acquaintance. If you have a great travel repertoire, or just really enjoy being on the open road whilst constantly planning your next excursion, I’d love to hear from you and feature you. These profiles are meant to inspire, but mainly to define the undefinable – to pinpoint through opinions and memories why, exactly, travel is such an attractive, life-changing experience. Enjoy!
Name: Marjie Woolard
Jungle trekking in  Pavones, Costa Rica
Background: I am from Chicago, Illinois. I grew up with a pilot father who would fly my brothers and I around the country in his Cessna for fun. After I took my first trip on a passenger aircraft at the age of 13, I fell in love with flying and excitement that comes along with being in transit and traveling to somewhere new.
After high school, I didn’t know what to do with myself.. which isn’t an uncommon thing when you’re 17. Between graduation and last month (6 years), I attended three different colleges and worked countless jobs. Nothing I did actually felt “right,” and I tried hard not to settle just to be “safe.” When I watched all of my former high-school classmates graduate and join the working world, get married, or have kids, I would always have that moment of doubt when I questioned if my way of living was correct. Should I have gone to a four-year college? Had I experienced enough in life? I really did feel left out. But then that doubt would vanish when I remembered how much I didn’t want that lifestyle, and, of course, when I thought of what I had accomplished in those few years after high school. 

I am now actually in St. Louis, Missouri. I don’t live here permanently, but for the past 6 weeks, I’ve been living in a hotel. Why am I here? I am in training to be a flight attendant! It’s something I’ve always wanted to do and this experience has had a lot of firsts. I am one of the best in the class (definitely a first), I haven’t had any doubts or questioned being here, and I’m learning so many new things about life and about myself. 
At a tiger temple in Kanchanaburi, Thailand
Where have you been to and when? I have been all over the United States, whether in a car, the Amtrak, or a plane. My favorite place is Portland Oregon, where everyone is super awesome and there are tons of unique places to eat, shop and hang out. Outside of the U.S., I’ve been to Costa Rica (July, 2010), Thailand, Laos, Cambodia and Vietnam (Summer, 2007), London and Paris (April, 2004) and I plan on going everywhere whenever possible with my amazing flight benefits! Ask me this question next year! 

Most memorable moment(s)? I loved taking the sleeper train from Vientienne, Laos to Bangkok, Thailand. We had our own compartment and I remember listening to my music looking up at the stars as the train rode on to Thailand. I also will never forget spending time in Luang Prabang, Laos – especially jumping into a minty green/blue pool of water at the waterfall park. I also loved eating crepes that I bought off the street while browsing the nightly street market. 

A moment you almost wish you could forget? 
I cringe when I think of the time I decided it was a good idea to walk around Phnom Penh, Cambodia, during a storm and heavy rain. I had so much pride and I refused to pay a tuk-tuk driver (it would have been $1) and walked a few miles from the city to my hostel. Upon returning, I learned that the girls in my dorm were very worried about me, having known I was out alone. They told me how dangerous is could be out there at night and that I should NEVER do it again.

Destination wish list? I would love to go back to Asia and Costa Rica. I can’t wait to go to Australia, New Zealand and Fiji! Europe, too, but I know I need a bit more money to afford it over there because I love to shop.

Marjie and a over-zealous elephant in Chiang Mai, Thailand
What does travel mean to you? Traveling to me is a way of life. To others it is a vacation, an escape, but I have always daydreamed of taking long flights to somewhere new, and every time I step foot in a new place or a new country, it totally completes me. Seeing the thousands of different ways people live their life is such an amazing experience. I have taken something from every tribe, village, city or country I’ve visited. 

Ever since I took that trip when I was 13, I always tried to think of ways I could make traveling my life. I never wanted to think of my trips as a vacation and I never did. Real life would always get in the way – I wasn’t getting paid to travel so I needed to work. I tried to get a Bachelor’s degree which just made me miserable because I never liked what I was doing. 

I think being a flight attendant might just be the perfect lifestyle for me. When I find myself thinking about what lies ahead, I am so excited, not only for the job to begin, but also for the changes that will come within my life and myself. 

Secrets from the Shore- New Jersey beaches Pt. I

I’m in Tom’s River, New Jersey, just about to follow NJ Route 37 over the bridge and into Seaside Heights. This is my first trek to the New Jersey Shore, and it would have been a lot sooner if only winter weather hadn’t overstayed its welcome so long. It’s Memorial Day, my first real day off with the “real world” worker bees. I sigh at the prospect of fighting them for lane-changing at my discretion and wonder how many times I will get turned around in a traffic circle. The answer is only once, and before I know it, I’m in ocean city paradise. A cool and refreshing sea breeze blows through my hair as I cross the bridge over the Atlantic Ocean. I gaze at sailboats, yachts and the occasional jet-skier. I have already determined: Life on the shore is damn good.

This will be an on-going series about the New Jersey Shore beaches. First impressions are everything, and I’m going to do my best to point out the good, the bad and the ugly of these nationally-known and certainly internationally recognized stretch of beaches.

Part I: Seaside Heights, NJ

Getting there: From Philadelphia, PA the drive took me about an hour and a half. It’s not hard to find if you utilize Google Maps, of course. I obviously drove there and took 70 E most of the way until I hit 37 E. Believe me when I say, Google Maps enjoys a laugh at your expense: always remember to double check your directions. Google directed me to take 37 W, wherein a roundabout circle driving scenario reminiscent of the Truman Show ensued. Once landing safely on the other side of the bridge, make sure to follow the signs for Seaside Heights, not Seaside Park. Once in Seaside Heights, it is unbelievably easy to find the boardwalk and scour for parking.

Getting around: Like I said, if you have any basic navigation skills, going straight and finding the water should be relatively easy for you. The boardwalk, about a mile stretch of restaurants, rides, arcade games and beach access is laid out in front of you like a weekend-long debauchery smorgasbord. The town is fairly small and is very pedestrian friendly. Don’t avoid walking because vehicle traffic can be a nightmare. You’ll notice there are plenty of cross-walks- just be a considerate pedestrian, not an asshole who walks into traffic. You know, there IS a thing called natural selection. There are all sorts of rental shops for bikes, kayaks, paddle boards, wave runners, you name it. Oh yeah, there’s also the Sky Ride, a cable car ride that takes you roughly from one end of the boardwalk to the other for $3 or $5 for a round trip. Check it out!

Guidos ruling from their rooftop fortress

Atmosphere: Walking down the street and eventually past the house The Jersey Shore cast members stayed in  made me wonder if I was undergoing some rite of passage. Was I witnessing the inevitable downfall of this once family-oriented, home-grown beach town? Does El Guido officially rule as King of The Jersey Shore? Was all of humankind doomed to wear their hair spiky, their skin orange and fall over drunk at shitty dive bars? These are the questions I asked myself as I saw the old fighting to stay alive amongst the new.

The boardwalk was alive with food vendors, including the famous Three Brothers Pizza shop, Rita’s Water Ice (like Italian or shaved ice if you, like me, find no real significant meaning to a dessert called “water ice.” Isn’t ice just frozen water? Whatever.), old and new school arcades (check out Flashback Arcade for some old-school games like Ms. Pacman and and Sinistar), and some pretty good restaurants.

Beach-goers in Seaside Heights, NJ

The beach was the beach. People screaming about cold water, crowds soaking up the rays, brave souls paddle boarding a wave up to the shore. Beautiful coast!

Good times: Nothing shocks and excites like a too-cold wave catching you off guard. The water had to haven been less than 70 degrees, but it somehow felt so good to lose footing because of the water’s salty push. If you are going to make it all the way to the shore, you better get in that water! Locals say that the water isn’t swimmer-friendly until about August. Don’t let that stop you!

Dinner at Spicy’s Mexican Restaurant and Cantina was memorable. Throw out your misconceptions that the boardwalk only has carnival or junk food. Me, my sister, her boyfriend and his mother had an extraordinary meal from a table over looking the Atlantic. My pork carnitas stuffed chiles rellenos were great and the gimmicky table-side guacamole presentation was actually enjoyable, not cringe-worthy. I always feel a server’s pain, being one myself, but she seemed to genuinely like preparing our guacamole table-side. Whether she did or not is another story, but if not, she was a great actress, which usually means a great waitress.

Walking the boardwalk at night had a sort of Vegas Strip-esque quality. I sat, half-buzzed, watching an Elvis impersonator on a Monday night feeling pleasantly entertained. There’s a certain amount of fun that you involuntarily have while being with so many other people letting loose, dancing to Elvis classics and downing cheap specialty beach drinks. You are right there with ’em, so make the most of it!

Lastly, try to make time to head under FunTime Pier (where the amusement rides are located) to escape the beach crowd and watch the waves crash against the wooden pillars holding up the pier.

Whatchu say?! moments: Minutes within leaving my car parked at a local lot, cursing aloud for allowing myself to get raped by lot prices, a carload of guidos pulled up next to me and tried their luck at holla-ing at me. They told me to get in, asking if I want to go for a ride and told me I was lookin’ good. I told them to get lost with a flick of the wrist and darted off behind the car, so as not to be seen or bothered.

Beach access is not free during the “in” season from Memorial Day through October. You can purchase beach badges about every block or so for $5/person. OR you can ask whatever resort you’re staying at to provide you complimentary beach badges.

This one  boardwalk game has the right idea

In a nutshell: If you can try to ignore “The Jersey Shore” goings-on, from Aztec Ocean Resort churning out Guidos like an assembly line, the MTV “favorite” locations and the arcade crane games whose prize selection consist of shade sunglasses and booty shorts, then head over to Seaside Heights. Ride some rides, soak in the rays and walk the boardwalk. It’s great for kids, pre-teens, and I’d argue for adults at least for a day or two. If you’re looking for a quiet beach get-away, Seaside Heights New Jersey is not for you. If you want to see and be seen, get out to The Shore!

About Me

It’s come to my attention that I’ve yet to properly introduce myself to my own blog. As comfy-cozy it would be to give you my resume introduction, I would surely hate to bore you with those details. Instead, I would like to think of my accomplishments as second hand to my mission.

Why Travel Writing?
I crave travel and have been struck with an awfully good case of wanderlust. Stephen King says that when writing a word, be as concise as possible; when trying to convey a specific idea, why would you choose a mere cousin word to the word you really meant to use? Words, in their basest form, are only a representation of their own true meaning. I believe travel to be the same way. A destination is only a sliver of a place’s true essence. When you go somewhere, whether seeing it for the first time or having had traveled there many times, it is always evolving. It’s your job, as a traveler, to decode your destination’s message. These messages can be lost, sorted to the furthest enclave of your mind as a distant recollection. Or your experiences can be immortalized- shared through the median of writing to enchant, inspire and breathe new life into a memory.

Me, Raymondskill Falls, Pocono Mountains

Literature for the same reason is equally important. A wise professor once told me, “Literature is an evocation of reality.” So is traveling. While you can never grasp any location’s full meaning (even if it’s home!), it’s in us day in and day out to try and make sense of this life. Why not grab a journal, write it down and share your observations? To touch and be touched by an experience, no matter how domestic or exotic, is my inspiration. Life is a balance, and I intend to focus on that and where I fit in.

This is why I travel. This is why I write.

Inspirational Folk
Well Known: Anthony Bourdain, Hunter Thompson, Stephen King, Randy Pauch, Roger Ebert

Most assuredly Soon-To-Be-Well-Known in their own regard: Marjie Woolard, Colleen Godin, Rachel LaPorte, Melissa Kozak, Ruston Grosse, The Fitzgeralds, Anyone who has shaped and touched my life in the past. That means you.

Where I live
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Home Is
Chicago, Illinois

Wish List Destinations (Domestic)
Boston, Mass., Burlington, VT., Portland OR, The Grand Canyon, AZ, Maine, Anywhere/Everywhere

Wish List (Internationally)
Costa Rica, Belize, Nicaragua, Brazil, Chile (anywhere Central/South America), British Virgin Islands, Thailand, Cambodia, Laos, Vietnam, Spain, Portugal, Italy, France, Papau New Guinea, Zanzibar, The Cook Islands, Tokyo, Japan, China, Australia, New Zealand, Anywhere/Everywhere

Most memorable moment
Driving down Highway 1 from Miami to Key Largo

Moment I wish I could forget

Tijuana, Mexico

In the meantime
Freelance writing, blogging, reading, cooking

One Tequila, Two Tequila, Three Tequila….

Well, you know the rest. Or do you?

Since starting work at a Spanish Tapas Restaurant in Bryn Mawr, Pennsylvania on the Main Line, I have become a student of tequilas. Makers, classifications, production methods, aging process, you name it. Here’s a little rundown of what I’ve learned so far and what information you can take with you next time you’re itching for this south-of-the-border spirit.

The Basics

The Blue Agave- A cactus-like plant that produces tequila

Tequila is made from the blue agave plant, grown most exclusively in the highlands and the lowlands of the Mexican state Jalisco. Those who harvest the agave plants for production are called  jimadores, still adhering to a specific manual technique to produce the juices necessary for fermentation. The juice is allowed to ferment in stainless steel or wood vats for a few days to convert the sugars to alcohol. The liquid is distilled twice and even three times more before being transferred to barrels for the aging process.

Generally speaking, there are 3 major “types” or classifications of tequila:

Blanco– Spanish for “white.” This tequila is young with a ripe, peppery bite. Blanco tequilas are usually bottled immediately after distillation or have only aged up to six months at the most. The flavor profile for Blanco tequilas is very masculine. These are typically the best tequilas to order in your margarita.

Repasado–  Spanish for “rested.” Repasado tequilas have been aged anywhere from 2 months to one year. The taste here is smoother and more feminine. Richer and more complex flavors are characteristic of repasado tequilas, as they rest in wood barrels with unique flavor attributes.

Anejo– Spanish for “aged.” Aged a minimum of 3 years in oak barrels, these tequilas usually offer the richest colors and flavors. These tequilas usually rest in the same barrels the repasados have. They are best enjoyed sipped from a snifter so you can detect and appreciate the complex flavor overtones

Most importantly: Ways to Drink

Tequila shot with salt and lime

Shot: Tequila shots are best served with lime and salt. The salt’s job is to lessen the burn of the tequila, and the lime enhances the flavor. Not to mention, it’s a fun process: Lick, shoot, suck!

Margarita: You’ve no doubt enjoyed a Margarita or two in your day. This traditional drink combines tequila, triple sec and fresh squeezed lime juice. I prefer mine on the rocks, but frozen or straight up is just as well. Rim the glass with some salt and you’re golden.

Snifter glass: This is the way to do it if you want to appreciate the tequila’s subtle nuances. Shooting tequila means missing out on the complex flavor profile your palette craves. Next time, instead of ordering a shot or a margarita, try sipping from a snifter and let your palette explore the tequila’s fragrances and tastes.
It’s a good idea to know a little bit about what you’re buying so you can get the best taste and bang for your buck. Plus it doesn’t hurt when your knowledge impresses bartenders, your server and your dining companions.

P.S. Don’t limit yourself to Patron. There’s so much more out there! Start with Chinaco, Corralejo, El Mayor or Herradura. Happy drinking!

5 Reasons to Trek the Road Less Traveled

Deciding to spend the entire day hiking at Wissahickon Creek, somehow nuzzled beautifully right in the outskirts of Center City Philadelphia, was the easiest decision of the day. The hardest part of the day was when I was forced to decide whether or not my companion, Marley, a blind 9-year old Pitbull/Boxer mix, could make it up the slippery shale rock en route to Devil’s Pool, a deep swimming hole surrounded by cliffs. What we accomplished breathed new life into our afternoon excursion.

Without further ado, 5 Reasons to Trek the Road Less Traveled:

1. The payoff will always trump your initial doubt.
Marley and I were rather tired after hiking up and down Forbidden Drive along the Wissahickon Creek for about 2 hours. Faced with the decision to soldier on or call it a day, I almost pulled the plug early to head home. I thought to myself, “Why come all this way if you haven’t even found what you’re looking for?” Eventually we did find the swim hole called Devil’s Pool which was the whole reason for the trip. Any doubts I had about continuing on and finding the swim hole deep in the woods were squashed once we arrived.

2. You are probably going to meet some cool people.
Around Devil’s Pool I was greeted by a friendly tourist who wanted his photo taken. I did, and he took mine in exchange. We chatted briefly, and then I moved on to talk to a couple of kids who were picnicking on the rocks nearby. They were fun and full of information on the swim hole. Apparently it’s safe to dive off the nearby cliffs  because the water is about 10 feet deep. From a distance, I never would have thought that to be possible. But I stand corrected: moments later, kids were jumping off the cliff, one after another, like brave lemmings. Not to mention when I was leaving, a couple of guys offered me a beer and some conversation. They suggested I stay and hang out, and I did for a while. These are friends I met in the middle of the woods! That’s to say, if you get out there and take a chance and strike up a conversation, you’re likely to be welcomed and treated warmly.

Devil’s Pool Swim Hole, Wissahickon Creek

3. You’re going to see some great things.
My day could have taken the inevitable turn for the same. I may have cruised around the city, scouring for something to do, maybe buy a cup of coffee and read the paper. More than likely, though, I probably would have spent too much time at home, online, doing mostly nothing. But, I decided to get out of the house and GO. Sometimes that’s all you need to do to have the great day you never expected. Isn’t that wonderful?

4. You will always have a story to tell.
Imagine your frustration when faced with a situation of story exchanging, maybe when catching up with an old friend, you discover you don’t have much to say. There’s only so far the question “So what’s new?” the answer “Not much” is going to get you. Do you want to subscribe your world to the sentiment of Not Much? Me neither. So then, get out there and go!

5. Prove to yourself that you dare to be different.
Sounds a little cliche, but think about it. Do find comfort in taking the same vacation every year? Following the same routine day in and day out? A wise friend told me that stability is what we crave but it also makes us feel trapped. While you must adhere to a lot of consistency in life, whether it be work, your relationships or maintaining your home, there is ALWAYS wiggle room. Try spending a day off doing something you normally wouldn’t. Decide that what you have done today isn’t enough and forge on. You won’t regret it if you do.