It wouldn't be a trip to the NJ shore without time on the boardwalk. Thursday night we went there to eat things we shouldn't and check out all the newest places. The fog rolled back in as the sun set so it gave everything an ethereal quality. The atmosphere didn't change the general goofiness of vacation, though as these pictures attest.
Bringing the Johnson's caramel corn container for a refill.
St. Justin with his streetlight halo.
(Despite what Bruce said, it's not hard to be a saint in the city.)