A few years ago, and without me knowing it, we started what has become an annual trip. This year was the best one yet.
We fueled up with breakfast, take the ferry from Cape May, NJ to Lewes, Delaware. There's an obligatory orange crush to start the day — non-negotiable at this point — then bike through Cape Henlopen State Park. Rehoboth for lunch and shopping. Dewey Beach for live music and another orange crush. We laughed. We told stories. We danced. There was a snafu getting to the ferry this year that could have derailed everything. It didn't. One call to a bike rental store and we were back on itinerary inside ten minutes.
On the ferry home, we were quiet. Tired, yes. But mostly just sitting with the most gorgeous sunset and each other. It's the kind of quiet that only happens with people you really trust.
TODAY’S PICKS
THE FEATURE
Who Was She, Really.
She wrote six books, won a Nobel Prize, and blew up her own life more than once. The question is what we can actually learn from a woman who refused to live any other way.
THE REFLECTION
Forty Years, Still Showing Up.
They started a book club. They stayed because of something that had nothing to do with books.
What I'm Into Right Now:
The specific joy of a playlist that someone recommended to you.
THE WILDCARD
The Jar in Your Cabinet That Outlasted Everything.
Archaeologists found honey in a 3,000-year-old Egyptian tomb. It was still good. Here's why.
If you know someone who'd love this, send it to them.
That's the whole ask.
There's something in it for you too.
Details below.
My answer:
The bike ride. It keeps getting better because of the comittment we have to it.
