No need to wake up early- everyone slept in, enjoying the space and privacy that Kate and Mike’s house afforded us…. In only a few short hours, we’d be in our crippled motorhome. After saying our goodbyes to Kate and Mike, we headed to the Summit Diner for a hearty breakfast.
Jean and Gordon, having already been to the Diner once before, were pros at ordering. Hash and eggs, toast and coffee for the three of them. I opted for their amazing cinnamon French toast. Mmmm!
On the way back to the motorhome—about an hour south of Summit, we decided to take a bit of a detour and travel the Jersey Shore. We had thought about spending a Sunday afternoon on the Shore and were glad that we did a bit of a preview. It felt a bit like driving the coast of Eastern Florida—lots of ticky-tacky beach resorts, boardwalks and Coney Island type rides. Occasionally, we’d drive through an obviously upper end town- huge homes and lots of Wall Street money. We stopped, hoping to walk the boardwalk with Chloe but found that all of the Jersey Shore towns ban dogs from the boardwalk and the beaches. So much for a return visit to Jersey…
We got settled into our cramped quarters- Jean and Gordon unpacked and we started the holidays…lots of drinking wine and talking sh&%.
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