...that's what they called Ocean City up until 1870. Who knew?
As appalling a statement this may be, from the time I moved to Maryland when I was pre-elementary school, until just a few weeks ago, I had never been to the Ocean City boardwalk. Some friends and I were wanting to hang out, and one of them tossed out the idea to drive the two and a half hours out there and spend the day seeing what there is, so off we went.
It's a typically kitchsy beach town with all sorts of fun little game places set up along the board walk, all of which are totally set up for you to lose both your money and your faith in your ability to beat six year old girls at anything. As a side note, should you see some really awesome, incredibly large Charmander stuffed animals, they are not worth the $50 you'd have to pay to buy one instead of win them. Sad.
Pictures!
This lovely shark is sticking out of one of the buildings -maybe Ripley's Believe It or Not Museum?- and it moves! If that doesn't epitomize kitschy beach town, I don't know what does.
The beach was absolutely packed. That fact, along with my inability to go in the water made me miss Hawaii and my north shore beaches pretty badly. Luckily, the company was enough to make up for it.
Probably my favorite part of the day was wandering around taking pictures on an empty beach, with my friends jamming in the background. It was a great way to end the day.
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