![]() There were long thin boardwalks that led out toward the ocean. The beach had just been groomed and the sand was asįlat and smooth as the parking lot. ![]() The ocean was clearly visible from the tram stop, and that drew KarenĮastward. System that cost three dollars for the entire day, a seemingly Ocean City appeared to have an efficient bus transit Which, for three dollars, would take you to the other end of theīoardwalk. Trimper's hadĪ set of rides set up behind the shops. A quaint alleyway to the west wound its wayĪlong seaside shops, none of which had yet opened. We started at theįar south end where there was a giant anchor and a display of the I was surprisedĪt the number of people already milling about. Was closed, so we followed the boardwalk north. We were at the far south end of Ocean City, and the boardwalk went We parked in a small lot off the main road next to Trimper's entrance. And what a boardwalk! It stretched for about two miles along the oceanside. Park as it was a collection of rides along the boardwalk, much likeĬoney Island. Ocean City was created by developers in the 1800s, and Trimper's was We then continued south along the Coastal Highway and eventually found our first park, Trimper's Rides. The home fries could have fed four peopleĪnd were some of the best I've ever had. When the foodĪrrived, it was beautifully presented. We both got orange juice, which was fresh squeezedĪnd tasted like we were simply eating an orange. I ordered the cinnamon crepes which came withīlueberries and strawberries (of course). With colorful cylindrical lamps and chairs with strawberrys carved into We were greeted by an equally eclectic look inside the restaurant, Proclaimed the Skillet as the best breakfast place on the eastern The desk clerkĬhose well, though, because an article posted outside the restaurant The lines in the parking lot were bright pink. It was actually called The Bayside SkilletĪnd was hard to miss because of its bright pink coloring. After driving a few miles south, we spotted He said he only knew of one that he thought was called the Skillet.Īfter a good night's rest, the next morning we started off early toįind the Skillet. When we returned to the Sea Hawk, I asked the desk clerk if there were any nearby. We strolled along the narrow sidewalkĪbutting the highway and checked out some the many attractions. It was a much needed time of serenityĪfter the long drive. Since there was still a little daylight left, Karen wanted to pay a visit to the ocean It also featuredĪ sliding glass door onto a balcony overlooking the busy Coastal Highway. Kitchen, which we wouldn't have time to utilize. Miles north from the parks we'd be visiting on Saturday. Restaurant after another, interspersed with surf shops, mini-golfĪt nearly 7:30, we pulled in to our hotel, the Sea Hawk, just a few The area seemed to be a magnet for college students, with We finally drove down the five mile long peninsula known as OceanĬity. We struggled to merge with high speed traffic on our right. ![]() So the "express" lanes often meant the slowest progess as After the tollīooths, the highway department inexplicably blocked off the left Usually set off to the left of the toll area. In a questionable move, the EZ Pass lanes were The main problem was the new "express lane" for EZ At that point, traffic repeatedly came to a The ride went along fine until we hit I-95 in New Profile strongly resembled a roller coaster. That had recently been installed during road reconstruction. Along I-84 in Connecticut, we spotted a retaining wall We left Friday morning, expecting a drive ofĪbout seven hours. This year's edition of the Western New York Coaster Club'sĬoasterfest™ took us down to Ocean City, Maryland, and two parks we had Trimper's Rides Trimper's and Jolly Roger ![]()
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