Friday we made it down the Delaware Bay to the picturesque seaside town of Cape May, NJ.  The original plan was for one night here, two at most.  Then weather got involved, and of course the beach called to Niki:

With the exception of a few years of discord between two series of American open wheel racing, Craig has attended every Indianapolis 500 since 1986.  This year he had to settle for watching it on TV, which we did at Delaney’s Irish Pub, (dressed in an Indianapolis Motor Speedway shirt, of course):

Along the way to and from the town (the entirety of which is a National Historic Landmark), Niki found plenty of gorgeous homes to photograph; here is but one of the many we passed:

Through all of this, however, Supreme Commander Scully and Admiral Roswell were wondering why, for now four days, their ship was not moving.  Taking matters into her own paws, Scully pulled out a copy of Chapman’s Piloting & Seamanship, along with the Waterway Guide book, studied them, and commanded her crew, “Let’s get going, you two!”

And so, once this morning’s dense fog lifts, the Captain and Mate will do their best to follow her orders…