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| Maggie and I hatted and ready to hit the road - photo courtesy of my mother. |
On my way to pick up Maggie, my travel companion, a bird flew into the windshield of my car and presumably died in the street. I fretted about bad omens and rallied for emotional support via Facebook. 7am is too early to think about dead animals.
Boston to Atlantic City is about a six hour drive. The car was packed and we were on the road by 8:30am. We stopped in Connecticut to pick up the rental car, some last minute provisions, eat biscuit breakfast sandwiches, and say goodbye to my mom. Some tears may have been held back at the rental car headquarters, but we got our car and tried to shake it off.
Atlantic City was hot. I found out that my lens had broken once I stepped out of the car, and I may have silently cried a little. This was the only day that tears were shed (unless they happened in private).
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| Maggie and I on the beach. I had high hopes for summer life in a floppy hat, but the wind made it impossible. I tried. |
We walked the boardwalk and stopped into some schmaltzy stores to buy postcards. I found myself inside a candy store where I found saltwater taffy for everyone I knew. I left it all behind because I knew it would melt from spending two weeks in a hot car. Egg nog taffy, cotton candy taffy, licorice taffy, lime taffy.
Did you know that cats live underneath the boardwalk? I saw two of them during my stroll. You aren't supposed to feed them, and they are taken care of by some sort of boardwalk association. I can't imagine being a cat on the beach in the summer time.
Soon, storm clouds started to roll in and it was time to drive a few more hours until we reached our hotel in Delaware. We made pretty good progress for our first day on the road.
