Jamie and I were going to meet up, potentially to record a Christmas greeting to our beloved Katie over in Chinook. I had suggested we meet up at the Sawmill in Seaside (a pizza place and bar) instead of going all the way down to Katie's neighborhood by Island Beach State Park, where we usually hang out.
I forgot what happened to Seaside this fall until I got over the bridge. Ugh.
The Sawmill, all melty and unsafe for occupancy but still standing thanks to some serious sprinklers
It was hard to go over there, but I'm still confident in the strength and resiliency of New Jersey. I'm glad I made it to see and feel and hear and smell the ocean for a few minutes before heading west. I may like to wander, but home is home.
Till next time, New Jersey.
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