Thirty odd (but not quite odd enough) years ago, we took a right at the light. Then we went straight until night.
Eventually we arrived at a place that wasn't too well suited to 1968 Chrysler Newport hardtop with air-conditioning that hadn't worked in a decade or more. Fine at 60 with those wonderful footwell vent doors open but even in t-shirts we melt at stoplights.
We can't smell a hint of the ocean. We've left behind North Jersey and South Jersey. If there's such a thing as West Jersey, we passed it a few days ago.
We are most definitely in Far West Jersey.
-Ted
(20 November 2017)
