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Day 3: June 21, 2026 Seeing the Elephant Comment via blog |
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The first order of the day was catching a ferry. That's something that
being even a little late for can ruin your day. I had about an hour drive
to reach it, so I waited until I was almost there for breakfast. Then it
was a western omelet at
Arena's.
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There are two US Numbered Highways that incorporate ferries. One is US-10,
which I drove last year. The other is
US-9, which I'm driving today. The ferry's website is
here.
A few drops of rain fell as I waited in line, but it was dry by the time I drove on board. As we left the Delaware shore and headed for New Jersey, most of the passengers moved inside. Many of us did not. |
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From the ferry's stern, those of us who stayed outside could watch the
flock of seagulls (No, not that
Flock of
Seagulls.) that chased after the boat.
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I saw no US highway shield at either terminal, but caught this one soon
after reaching New Jersey.
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Lucy the
Elephant is considered America’s oldest surviving roadside attraction.
That I had not seen her was somewhat embarrassing. I headed directly there
when I exited the ferry. I arrived just a few minutes ahead of a tour. I
rushed across the street to get a ticket and returned in time for the
guide's introduction and to climb up one of the legs to the interior. The
first displayed photo is actually one of the last I took after seeing Lucy
from the inside. A pair of the photos show Lucy's eyes and the view from
one of them. The last picture shows the steps descending Lucy's right-hind
leg. Of course, the steps in the other hind leg, which we entered on, are
just as narrow.
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Wildwood, NJ, is my home for the night. On the way to my motel, I snapped
these pictures of a few of the city's many eye-catching signs and
buildings.
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I'm staying at the Sand Box Motel. It's a few blocks from the beach but
is clearly rather popular. The last picture is the view from ny room. The
view of my room is here.
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I recognized Cape May as a place where
Don Evans often
plays. I know of Don from his days with one of my favorite
should-have-been-a-star singer-songwriters
Dirk Hamilton. My
stay lined up with a gig at
The Brown Room. I was there for most of the first set
and drank one beer. When the set ended, I spoke briefly with Don, finished
my beer, and headed for the motel. It was a long day.
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On the way to my bed, I took these handheld shots with the camera on
automatic. This place could be a lot of fun with a tripod and some energy.
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