Tuesday, August 24, 2010
A "summer" weekday at the beaches in the Blue Hen State (and the Free State)
In 1950 (after first grade), the trip, which always started on a Saturday, was cut short the following Wednesday when I came down with the measles.
And in 1947, we had actually started the custom with Bethany Beach, which at the time was a more “religious”, quiet place. It is still a little cleaner, more Disney-like.
Of course, in modern times I’ve gotten to know Rehoboth, which has gotten super expensive and difficult to visit on weekend days. But on a Tuesday, the “South End” of the Boardwalk, Queen Street, was deserted. For the most part, the place was populated by “families with children.”
Driving back toward Bay Bridge, I always have trouble following the signs for 404. I can wind up in a boardgame maze of named country roads without numbers. The Blue Hen State becomes something like the Fourth Dominion.
Note above the RB placard on rip currents. In the mid 1990s, a member of Adventuring, and LGBT outdoor group, drowned when caught by a rip current off Rehoboth when there was a tropical storm way offshore. Rip currents don't pull people under, they tend to pull swimmers farther out.
Upcoming tropical storms and hurricanes this week will make rip currents a real concern.