
You might have noticed that the past couple of weeks I've been adding fewer entries to this blog. The old guy was running out of gas, blown away by the summer heat, and needing to get away and enjoy the sunshine before I turn around and its a cold November day.
So yesterday it was time for a mini- road trip. And the place to be in New Jersey in August is
Long Beach Island-
LBI for short.
And a couple of other points to bring out regarding the "Jersey Lexicon"....LBI is the general term we use to talk about the 18 mile barrier island, which is divided into two haves by Barnegat Inlet, which is the passage from Barnegat Bay to the Atlantic Ocean. A
"Benny" is the name the Ocean County locals gave to visitors from North Jersey and points North and East;
Bergen,
Essex,
Newark,
NY....
BENNY.
You don't have to be from Bergen, Essex, Newark, or New York to be considered a BENNY by the locals. I think the definition and application has now extended to the Central Jersey Counties of Middlesex, Somerset, and Mercer- most of those people moved to Central Jersey from North Jersey and New York. To the townies in Ocean County one can never live down one's pedigree. So you too may be a BENNY, but you don't know it.
Also....people in Florida, California, Massachusetts, South Carolina, etc "go to the beach". Jersey people don't. We go "down the shore". Its bad grammar, but that's what we do.
Now, off of I-80 in Pennsylvania near State College there is a town called
Jersey Shore. Its about five hours from the ocean, but I figured it was given the name by Penn State football coach Joe Paterno. He could always tell the kids he was recruiting about the Nittany Lions being so close to
Jersey Shore without being deceptive. But he never said THE Jersey Shore.




The North half of the island can actually be subdivided into halves itself. The Northern part is dominated by the thing that is Seaside Heights, with the boardwalk, frozen custard, arcade games, cotton candy, rides and more rides, games of chance, and the carnival atmosphere that most people associate with the Jersey Shore. Its fun, but its main purpose for existing is to separate the Benny from his hard earned cash.
I got off of the Garden State Parkway at
Route 37 near Toms River and shot across the bridge over Barnegat Bay . But instead of going up Hamilton to Ocean Blvd, I stayed right, getting on 35 South to
Island Beach State Park, one of the last vestiges of undeveloped land on the Jersey shore, 10 miles of dunes and beaches on one side, and Barnegat Bay on the other.
It was just me, the seabirds, the waves, and a zillion beach umbrellas with a zillion families there on Monday. You see, the weather, for the most part, has been pretty miserable most of the summer. When it wasn't exceptionally cool and wet, it became hot and even wetter. And Monday was as close to a perfect day as we've had all summer. And half the state of New Jersey showed up at the same place, same time. That's just the way we do things here. Yes, we are lemmings marching to the sea. But we're lemmings with a bad Jersey attitude.
But it was beautiful and relaxing. Its days like this, and places like Island Beach that make you appreciate New Jersey.
Stop laughing...I'm being serious now!
After spending a few hours at Island Beach I thought about my next move....go over to visit Old Barney....the Barnegat Lighthouse. Its just across the inlet from Island Beach....but you can't drive there as the crow flies. The most direct way to get to the lighthouse from Island Beach would be to anchor a boat at Tice's Shoal on the bayside of the park, and boat over to the public docks by the lighthouse.
The problem with that is, my boat is sitting in the backyard with a cover on it....its a long story.
So to get to the lighthouse I had to go back on 35 to 37, get on Route 9 South to Route &2 and get on the
Manahawkin Bridge to the
south half of LBI. To go the five miles to the lighthouse, I had to drive about another 35 to go around to get there!





One of the first things you notice about the south half of LBI is the relative affluence and the relative calm of the place. There were no teenagers hot rodding down the street, few bars and clubs, just a lot of beach homes with limited public access to the ocean. Long boulevards with little traffic and a 40 mph speed limit that just screamed SPEED TRAP! The only thing missing was LIFE ON MARS playing on the radio- this seemed like another planet, almost too sedate and quiet to be New Jersey. So I made a left on to Long Beach Boulevard and drove the 9.5 miles north to Old Barney, through Surf City,Harvey Cedars, and Loveladies until I got to
The Barnegat Lighthouse.
I had been there twice before, once as a kid and again ten years ago. The first lighthouse was built in the 1850's, and after it was damaged in a storm the engineer who restored it was none other than General George Meade, the hero of the Battle of Gettysburg. The place is still awe inspiring, and one of the best preserved lighthouses on the east coast. Its a state park now, and a wild life sanctuary as well. Migratory birds pass through Barney, and off the coast dolphins and an occasional whale can be spotted. People took pictures, some guys were snorkeling in the inlet near the shoreline, boats struggled to get through the passage between the two halves of LBI....Hurricane Bill had churned up the water of the Atlantic, and the tide met the flat waters of the bay violently. You could see the skippers hitting full throttle to bust through the whitecaps. Fishermen fished, crabbers had their traps going...and I was getting a real jones for some seafood...I wanted to eat, and I wanted to eat right then and there.
Right around the corner from the lighthouse was
Kelly's Old Barney Restaurant, an unassuming place that looks, to be polite, quaint. I went in and had a seat. The place was empty and no air conditioning (only propeller fans and the sea breeze) but I thought I'd give it a try. They had some fish specials so I ordered the broiled flounder....and what I got was the largest fillet of fresh fish I had ever had in my life! With potato skins and cheese, and corn on the cob, it was a great meal. Worth checking out.
As I was leaving I noticed more people were going into Kelly's I think they benefited from the people who squeeze in a trip to the lighthouse after a good beach day, like me, and find themselves hungry and with a ten mile drive to the mainland. So why not get some chow here before leaving?
It worked for the folks at Kelly's.
All and all..it was a good day. And something to pull out of the memory banks in the throes of winter.