Day 12 started in an odd fashion. After a few storms hit during the night and threatened our awning's structural integrity, we awoke to horses making horse noises (whinnying? naying, neighing? blustering?). Not a typical camping morning, but interesting. The women made a beeline for the beach,
then it was time for some campsite soccer, bike riding, and then a Dad-Jordan excursion to give Mom some quality beach reading time.
We stopped at the visitors center, where Jordan really enjoyed the 'horse crab' (horseshoe crab) in the mini-aquarium (small fishtank). We then headed into town to get some bait for our eagerly anticipated fishing session.
As we stopped at the store, I noticed that they also carried some good old Natty Boh, something we never get to see in Michigan. It is popular enough out here that we've seen Mr. Boh stickers on vehicles, so I then learned that it is local to Baltimore & is now owned by Pabst, which means the hipsters won't be far behind.
Jordan and her fishing pole, which we named Slayer. She came up with that name almost entirely by herself.
She had a great time fishing, and people were crabbing right around us, so she got to see some real live sea creatures. She was extremely dejected that Slayer didn't pull in any fish, but it will live another day. She's excited to unveil it and Grandma and Papa's cottage, where she plans to outfish her cousins. Logan & Eric, there's a new sheriff in town...
On the way back, we ran into a herd of horses casually heading to the beach to get their tan on. Notice the nonchalance of the beachgoers, this is a pretty normal scene here.
Back at the site, I had time for a quick beach ride, and stumbled upon these horse crabs chilling on the beach.
Upon further inspection, this dude was just hanging out, probably proud that he had a better beach setup than his buddy who was sleeping off last night's activities. His posture reminded me of someone...
A little further down the beach I encountered some surfers.
Not sure if any of them were an FBI agent or former college QB.
Then it was on to our evening plans, which included a drive up the coast to Dogfish Head Brewing & Eats for dinner and my fantasy football draft.
The drive is very slow, and takes you through the heart of Ocean City, MD. The people watching is fantastic, as most look like they are auditioning for Jersey Shore, except just a bit more ridiculous. It would seem that there is a booming spray tan industry here.
Outside the congestion, it opened up a bit when we got into Delaware, and we crossed this cool bridge. At night it was all lit up in blue, a pretty interesting visual since there are no other street lights or anything leading up to it.
The brewery was very cool. Dogfish Head is known for having 'off-centered ales for off-centered people', and their draft list did not disappoint. I had brought a couple of Tripel Root* growlers along to fill at the various locations we visit, and this was the first one that could legally fill it.
*Quick aside - Tripel Root is the brewpub that our friends Nate & Laura Gentry are opening in Zeeland, MI. Yes, Zeeland. Support them if you get the chance, and look for them to be open in Spring 2014!
Something funny happened here, but I was busy annoying both Kimberly and Jordan by burying my head in the iPad to draft NFL players that are now certain to have season-ending injuries.
It was about a 45 minute drive back to the site, but once we got there, this was waiting for us. Its really tough to be worried about much when you're sitting on the beach looking at this.
I will attempt to leave you with 41 seconds of audio to help you fall asleep. Just don't think about all of the ghost crabs that would be crawling on your feet while you sit and listen in person.
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