I’ve always lived in New Jersey, and I’ve always lived within an hour’s drive of the Jersey Shore, but I’ve never been much of a beach person. I could never figure out the right accoutrements to bring, I didn’t love the heat or humidity New Jersey summers are known for, and I pretty much wanted the first time I got sand in my bathing suit to be the last time I got sand in my bathing suit. My parents weren’t big beach-goers, and thus, neither was I.
Until a couple of years ago, when our dear friends invited us for a day trip to “their” beach: Bradley Beach.
Well, we were hooked. We took a few more day trips over the years to come, and each time we’d fall deeper in love with this sweet little town.
This past August, while lamenting the fact that it was probably too late to plan a beach vacation for this summer, a rental pretty much fell into our laps. And it was in Bradley Beach!
It was nothing short of serendipity.
Our first day the sun shined and the temperature was perfect. It rained on the days that followed, and my youngest threw up in the car, which forced us to simply chill at the house. But she recovered quickly and we were able to fly our new kite and spend an afternoon in Asbury Park.
It wasn’t a particularly exciting trip. But it’s one that is firmly ingrained in our minds and hearts. Thanks for having us, Bradley. Until next time…
Every month in 2019, I am participating in a photography project where I make 10 photos in a single day, and share the series on the 10th day of every month. The goal? To tell a story.