New Jersey

Bob said, "Hard to believe I'm back in Jersey."

We stopped in Cape May, and picked up more seashells. Lots of them. Then, up the turnpike to Wildwood (where Bob's parents first met!) Oh, and we got lost again. It wasn't too bad this time. At this point, we're already trying to avoid tolls and then getting lost trying to find the non toll roads.

By the way, Bob has driven about 6,000 miles. Julie has driven about 50 miles. Bob said he loves driving, and wants to do the whole thing.

We drove up the turnpike and went into Atlantic City. We weren't impressed. Aggressive panhandlers and the areas around the casinos seemed unsafe. We drove through, got gas, and headed out for Philadelphia. You don't pump your own gas in New Jersey. The attendant at the gas station thought we were crazy for driving all the way from Idaho. Perhaps he is right.

Pictures is the ridiculously large compound built by Donald Trump. The entrance is bigger than the entrance to Disney World. we were not impressed.