Days 65-67 Cape May to Ocean City, NJ

Friday May 30-Sunday June 1, 2025

Friday

We made our way up the New Jersey Intracoastal Waterway to Ocean City today. Some folks had warned us about shallow spots, tight channels, and local fishermen who like to camp out smack in the middle of the channel—and apparently don’t feel much urgency to move. Others opted for the ocean route today since the winds were calm. Our friends took that path and headed to Atlantic City.

But me? I had my heart set on seeing the famous Ocean City boardwalk, so that’s where we stopped. The ICW does have its tricky parts, sure—but we timed our trip with a rising tide and high tide and were rewarded with plenty of water under us. We draft 3.5’ and never saw less than 6.3’. The channels are definitely narrow, and yes, there were a few stubborn fishermen, but it wasn’t too busy and most moved aside in good time. All in all, a smooth ride.

The weather didn’t do us any favors—it was gray and gloomy, not exactly postcard-perfect. Still, the trip was interesting, and it beat the fog our ocean-going friends ran into for a good chunk of their journey.

Once tied up, we had three goals: walk the boardwalk, hit the grocery store, and grab a bottle of wine or two. First stop—the boardwalk. And what did we find? Fog! Still lingering! I figured it would’ve burned off by then, but no such luck. Even in the mist, though, the boardwalk was full of charm. I loved seeing all the old-school signs and vintage motels that somehow still look brand new. Some of the shops have been there since the 1930s. It felt like stepping back in time—and it definitely scratched the curiosity itch.

On the way back, we stopped by the grocery store and stocked up. Then came the liquor store hunt. And here’s where I struck out… again. Ocean City, it turns out, is a dry town. No liquor stores. No alcohol in restaurants. Nothing! This makes strike two for me—Jeff still teases me about the time I brought us to Ephraim, WI, (Door County) also famously dry. What can I say? I have a knack.

Saturday

Another blustery, rain-swept day—but we weren’t about to let it keep us inside. By afternoon, we managed to sneak in a walk down to the boardwalk. It was alive with energy—rides spinning, kids laughing, music floating through the air, and yes, I could finally see the ocean today!

But Mother Nature had her own schedule. Dark clouds rolled in quicker than expected, and before we knew it, the skies opened up. We dashed for cover and found shelter under the canopy of a nearby motel, laughing as we dripped like soggy tourists.

Once the rain eased up, we set off again—but the streets were now miniature rivers. Jeff, with his long legs, practically leapt across them like a pro. Me? Let’s just say I took on a bit more water than planned. 😅

We made it back just in time for round two of the downpour… and then, as if nothing had happened, the sun returned, shining like it was all just a dream.

Never a dull moment around here! 🌧️☀️🎡🌊

Sunday

Today brought another dose of strong winds, but we rolled with it. We timed our departure perfectly, slipping out of the marina at slack tide and finding a peaceful spot to anchor for our final night in the area. Mission accomplished!

The afternoon unfolded at an easy pace—just how we like it. A little reading, a few light chores, and then the real highlight: fresh grouper fish tacos, made right on board. Let’s just say they tasted like a postcard from paradise. 🌮🐟🌅

As the sun dipped lower, the wind finally gave us a break, settling into a gentle breeze—perfect for a solid night’s sleep on the hook.

Tomorrow? We point the bow north and head out into the open ocean. A new leg of the adventure awaits!