Delaware

I needed to get to Delaware to mark off a state. Delaware is a small state. Delaware is not worth the visit an acquired taste. 

We did manage to have a delicious breakfast right off the boardwalk in Rehoboth Beach.

It was right at 6,000 degrees that day and everyone, their mothers, their sisters, their long-lost aunts and their friends headed to the SHORE. East Coasters refuse to call the beach "the beach" and instead call it the "shoooouuure." I am sure that my fondness for East Coast dwellers is dripping in this post.

People. Everywhere. (This is nothing like Palm Beach where we had our own beach.)

The people at the "SHORE" love their umbrellas. I normally refuse such kitchy beach gear, but on 6,000 degree days even the most stubborn of us must give in.

You cannot tell from here but this family of 3 was insane. The guy had a swastika tattoo that read "white power" and he smoked like a chimney, cursed like a sailor, and yelled at his wife and son a ton. He was a real treat.

Crazy white guy again.

After nearly dying from heat exhaustion  enjoying some ocean time, we decided to go back to the morning's breakfast haunt which doubled as an ice cream shop. It was amazing.

This was the sole reason that my bridesmaid dress may not fit. True story. I love malts.

We left Delaware and headed for home. We stopped in rural Maryland for the evening and stayed at a nice little hotel. We wandered to downtown of nowheresville (I simply cannot recall the name and I don't care enough to look it up- true story) and found the #1 ranked (out of maybe 6?) restaurant according to TripAdvisor.com (A true miracle site when traveling!). We were not disappointed.

Jackson was just happy to not be moving anymore. Notice I say moving because Lord knows he was not driving. This kid cannot drive long distances to save his life. Wimp.

Ice cream again? YES! It was, after all, 6,000 degrees outside so I think it probably melted off. Besides, I have a few days before I shimmy into that dress, right? :)