In the past 15 years I’ve usually spent the final weekend in September at the Jersey Shore with family. I love the Jersey Shore that time of year. Restaurants and shops are closing up, waiting for next season. The beaches have scattered patrons, but never a crowd. At times it still feels like summer, though the mornings are brisk and the water is cold.
The Jersey Shore in the fall reminds me of a ballpark after a game. Areas that had been bustling with activity a short time before now sit empty. All the vacancy provides a sense of ownership to the few present.
Today I spent several hours on the beach, waded in the Atlantic Ocean, played tennis on a clay court (I’d never played on clay before), and enjoyed the serenity of Avalon, NJ. Tomorrow holds more of the same.