Halfway across the Route 50 Bridge over Isle of Wight Bay, heartbeats race at the sight of a glorious, 10-mile sandbar strewn with high-rise condos and Ferris wheels. Salty air fills the lungs; Thrasher’s fries and suntan oil tease the nose; seagulls screeching, waves crashing and kids squealing in the surf suddenly become the only music worth listening to.
This heaven on Earth must be summer vacation in Ocean City. But, wait! There’s no reason to store that magic along with the gardening tools and lawn furniture.
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