I heard the rain tapping on the window all night long. I wished with all my dream power, that the skies would be clear come dawn. Yet at 7am, when I drew the curtain wide enough for my eye to see out, the sky remained dark and the rain continued to splash down on the streets.
We had planned to go Upstate to North South Campground, but the weather channel reported thunderstorms and 30mph winds. After a small deliberation, we decided to bail and head somewhere south. With no plan whatsoever, Anthony and I hit the road and launched the Googles. We searched through various weather apps, and South Jersey looked like our best bet for clear skies and sunshine. Cape May seemed inviting, and neither of us had ever been there, so 156 miles down the Garden State Hwy we drove.
Upon arriving we each got beer flights as listed; Mop Water, Devils Reach, Mooncusser Pilsner, and Turtle Gut. These clever names definitely earned them some points. The atmosphere was as inviting as the beer. As we sipped on palate pleasing beers, the bar played Bob Ross videos on a projector. It truly was a pleasurable experience.After a few waters and some time we jumped in the car and headed back to the city. We passed the time by trying to nail down our next adventure!