When my parents first told us of their plans to move to Delaware in a couple of years, I think my sister and I were definitely a bit puzzled. I think the words why Delaware? quickly flashed through our minds. So at the beginning of July, my parents rented a beach house for a week for the six of us, in hopes of winning our hearts over ... and it just might have worked. Our eyes were opened to the magic behind this pretty little state and all of our questions were answered. Oh man, Delaware. She's a hidden gem.
Come mid-morning, we'd usually head down to the beach in the Delaware Bay and play bocci on the wet sand at low tide. One day, we spent paddleboarding; another we drove to the ocean side, swam with skates and had a blast in the waves. It was one of those days when the current was extra strong and after five minutes of being in the water, you'd look up only to find yourself hundreds of feet down the beach from your blankets and chairs. It's definitely a situation in which you must be aware, but I also love those wild days, when the ocean seems to have a mind of its own and each wave is bigger than the last.
Our house was right next door to Fort Miles, a fortification built in 1941 and which is now a beautiful state park, with bike trails along the beach, observation towers and stunning overlooks. This above view was taken on a foggy morning looking out to the ocean.
I found myself awestruck by the history of Delaware. Sure, I've seen older buildings and deeper roots in Europe and Asia, but as the First State, Delaware is pretty special in the United States history department. If I thought New England had some unique history, boy, did Delaware beat it. Though I hate saying that, because I truly believe each place is special in its own right and New England's history is pretty darn rich, too.
A little side story: A few weeks back when my cousin and her fiance came out to Connecticut for a visit, they were in awe of the 1700s homes that dot the state. California just doesn't have that. It wasn't until then that I realized, even though each coast is still a part of the same nation and still flies the same great flag, each place is so different and unique. This little trip to Delaware emphasized that for me.
The week was also filled with antique shopping, a day at the Dogfish Head Brewery, a birthday celebration for my wonderful dad, a little real estate shopping, many nights of cards, walks on the beach, sparklers, corn hole, grilling, dips in the pool, good food, laughs and love. A quintessential East coast summer getaway. Thanks, Mom and Dad! We had a blast!