I had a few days off. Not long enough to waste two full days traveling, but long enough for an adventure. So, I headed to Atlantic City.
It was fun, but not magical. I didn’t find the sky mystically bluer than every other sky. I didn’t bask in the aroma of fresh, salty sea air. It was humid and sticky.
The ocean was nice. That’s all. Nothing more. I did not even take a photo. It was just an a big body of water. I did not feel a pull of tides calling me to leave a little piece of my soul. I only felt called to leave part of my bank account in the casino.
The Pacific calls to me. It seems less tame. When I think of places I would like to be if money were no object, Northern California beach property seems pretty swell.
Maybe I would feel different if I spent time somewhere else on The Atlantic. Atlantic City must have seen better days. The parts I drove through were derelict, much of them abandoned. I suppose I could do more research and learn about why the economy in that particular tourist trap seems to be struggling, but I’m not that interested. I don’t plan on going back.
I suppose you can’t compare Atlantic City to the Boardwalk of Santa Cruz, which is one of my favorite places in the world. Maybe I am just a West Coast girl.
I believe I need to explore some of the South. I also need to spend some more time on The Gulf of Mexico. So, perhaps what I am really saying is I should vacation more.
I’ve never been west. I’ve always mostly been up and down I-75.
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Where is that?
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It runs from the upper peninsula in Michigan all the way down to the southern most tip of Florida. There are a lot of beautiful lakes in Michigan. I wish I could live there.
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I have not been to Michigan yet. Minnesota, yes. Not Michigan. Maybe I’ll add it to my list of places.
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The further north you go in Michigan the more beautiful it gets.
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I’ve read that.
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