Magnus to Mass., with Jamestown Jaunt, Day 18

 Saturday, August 23

We spent one quick night at Delaware Seashore State Park. And that was more than enough.

It was such a potentially lovely place, and so junked up with people and people and more people. I couldn’t  breathe—couldn’t stretch out my arms without smacking someone in the face. Figuratively, of course. And dogs—when we arrived, all the dogs must have been inside,, but later they seemed all over the place and Molly was reacting like crazy.

It was a nice location for a park, at the edge of a huge highway bridge over the point where the Indian River Inlet cuts across the barrier island into the ocean. There’s a walkway along the river that goes under the bridge and ends up at the jetty-side beach at the other side. The beach was pretty much full of people. Not many of them were swimming, but it was still a “swimming beach” which meant that Molly wasn’t allowed to go there. She got a good walk all the same, along the walkway and back. We probably should have went on and walked out on the jetty, but it looked slippery.  And also, to get to it, we’d have had to walk on the beach.

 Back to the campground. I can’t really express how really awfully badly I hated the campground. There were several bathrooms with great showers, and that’s all the good I can say about it. The sites were really close together and the side of  the park we were on was full. There were a few empty spots in the rows farthest away from the river/office.  If I ever have to stay at a place like this again, I should remember to choose the sites that are farthest away from the attraction—in this case, the river.  Oh well.

A good number of people were fishing in the river, mostly sitting down on the rocks along the canal. I didn’t see anyone catching anything, but there were also a lot of terns out fishing the canal. They were definitely catching something.

After showers, Ed and I went out to eat at a place that is best forgotten and disremembered. Bluecoast Seafood Grill. It was crowded, slow, expensive, noisy, and horrible. Yuck!  Worst. Meal. Ever. 

Later Molly and I walked down the road toward a housing development along the canal. It was a good, long walk, and there appeared to be a lot of rails in the salt grasses. All I saw were Green Heron, but Merlin said there were Clapper Rails. So maybe I can’t tell the difference between the two in the dim light.