We spent a week down the shore. The weather was a mixed bag, but the change of scene, with the beach just a half-block away, was pretty great. The boardwalk offered the usual fare: t-shirts with inappropriate messages on them, ice cream, candy, pizza slices the size of your head, salty cheese fries to rival Uncle Britt's preparation at Devils games, minigolf every 200 yards, and amusement park rides. One night, we bought 25 tickets for $20 and let Fiona have at it. She ran from ride to ride: the carousel, the jumping frogs, the roller coaster caterpillar, the boats, the fire trucks. While Fiona was in awe of the Ferris wheel, she decided she was "a little bit afraid" of it, and the weather didn't really cooperate long enough for her to reconsider. Maybe next year.
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