
While Nellie napped with the windows down, Ryan and I took advantage of a dog-less moment and headed to the Atlantic City boardwalk to take in the sights of this great American landmark. I've long had a thing for the Atlantic City of yore (Boardwalk Empire hasn't hurt this obsession), and though I've known for awhile it's nothing like my gangster dreams I still had to see it for myself. It was nothing and everything I'd dreamed of.
The boardwalk was built upon the request (read: demand) of a train conductor and hotel owner who didn't like that sand was getting into the train cars and resorts popping up along the shore. So, they built the first boardwalk, and over the years it's gotten higher and broader and more grand than the original. Casinos didn't line the boards until much later, but they're now the main attraction of this tarnished gem along the Atlantic Coast.

I prefer the tiny shops, and local color to the dark gambling halls, but to each his own. We headed every which way, peeking into shops, and stands, and desperately seeking out ice cream. A girl has to have ice cream sometimes guys. A giant cone covered in sprinkles later, I was a happy camper. Atlantic City we'll be back. big kiss, bekuh

















I'll admit it was a bit cold for me to dive in, so I mostly ran along the shore and dug for "perfect" shells to admire. Nellie didn't seem to mind the exercise, and she was pretty good at digging up the shells still connected by ligaments. I think she was hoping for a few oysters on the half shell, I wouldn't have minded some either.




























